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I was born where the sugar beets grow
Up in a mountain down a dirt road
Well I married six times but none of them took
Never praised the lord never read the good book
Now I lived in the coop while I built the farm
Got knocked up had to raise a boy
on my own on my own
I do all the heavy lifting on my own
on my own on my own
I do all the heavy lifting on my own

Up on my pony out to the pond
Got a twenty two Remington and my son
Surrounded by snakes ooooo the rattling kind
Anyone else would have lost their mind
Ran out of bullets so I grabbed my knife
Had to sling my blade to save my life

Burns on my face and blisters on my feet
From fighting off snakes in the summer heat
Got back home and hung em on a line
Left them there in the sun to dry
Before you know it I'll be out on the town
The best dressed woman in a snakeskin gown
Killed 140 without a scratch
Don't you know I made shoes to match

I raise goats to cover up the smell
Of the air coming off that moonshine still
Go out looking for ducks hunters left behind
Food on the table and peace of mind
I sell venom to science and rattles for a dollar
Making ends meet as a single mother
I did what I done so I could survive
Raise my kid, live my life
Now I'm famous they all know my name
They say hey there Katie how'd you kill those snakes
On my own on my own
I do all the heavy lifting on my own

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