Gillian Welch - Short Haired Woman Blues lyrics

Met her on a harvest moon once upon a time in the Midwest She told me as we stole away that she was freer than all the rest With her hair cut like a farm boy and her cards so close to her vest Just how much harm she could do me, no I never would have guessed Chorus: Don't go chasing wild ponies, they're half crazy and they run Don't go loving short-haired women, they're gonna leave you crying After thinking it was all in fun We came upon a boomer's shack, she broke the windows just because And there along the railroad track she laid me down, that's how she was With the first rush of the freight train there was rain on the high summer corn Oh it's just a game she told me; I said no, I am reborn Chorus Mmm all in fun As for her whereabouts, I hear she's living in Baton Rouge Giving all those Creole men the short-haired woman blues Chorus The short-haired woman blues