I met a girl in a sheriff town down in Utah 

Bermuda; you could say, was the type of attraction that pulled her

Raised by a cop and a baby sitter 

She knew care from the most careful of humans

But saw me and fell on a cruel land 

She met a man in a Sherrif town here in Utah 

Although he had lost his shirt in a duel

She pitied him and made him another with threading and new wool 

In him she saw a reason to invent a new rule

That ‘cruel’ is only cruel if it chose to 

She held his hands in a town hall in Utah 

Daddy honked twice, he bought them a new car

They drove it down to a new house, the one that he built her 

Now a wife and a suitor crossed the threshold of a new door 

And sat and smiled on a rug on the cool floor 

He says he blessed the day he came to Utah

Lost but found in love so sound 

He lost a duel that day down south 

But won this one this time around 

If cruel was huge and round like a hound,

The sleeping dog now lies without a sound

Somewhere out in Utah