A Rattlesnake Warns You
A gritty Texas blues-rock tale about the kind of woman every sensible man knows he should run from — and the kind he walks toward anyway.
A Rattlesnake Warns You rides on a dirty, swaggering blues-rock groove as a man looks back on a femme fatale who nearly cost him everything. She burned hotter than moonshine, hurt worse than a six-shooter, and could kiss you sweet while digging your grave.
He may have lost his truck, his money and most of his pride, but he escaped with the two things that mattered: his boots and his name.
Because a rattlesnake gives you a warning.
She never was that kind.
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She walked in wearing trouble
Like trouble fit her right
Red lips and a slow smile
That could start a barroom fight
My friends all said, “Don't do it”
I said, “Boys, I'll be just fine”
A rattlesnake gives you a warning
She never was that kind
She took my hand, she took my heart
Then took everything in sight
By the time I knew what hit me
I was hanging on for life
She's killing me
Hurt me worse than a six-shooter could
Burned hotter than moonshine
And damn, she made it feel good
I walked away with my boots and my name
That's about all I could save
She's the kind of woman that'll kiss you sweet
While she's digging your grave
She liked my old pickup
So I guess she kept that too
My money disappeared so fast
I swear that woman flew
She left my dog—he knew better
Never trusted her behind
Yeah, a rattlesnake gives you a warning
She never was that kind
She'd whisper, “Baby, trust me”
While reaching for my keys
I learned the Devil don't need horns
Sometimes she just says “please”
She's killing me
Hurt me worse than a six-shooter could
Burned hotter than moonshine
And damn, she made it feel good
I walked away with my boots and my name
That's about all I could save
She's the kind of woman that'll kiss you sweet
While she's digging your grave
Now a bullet leaves a scar
And whiskey leaves a head
A snakebite leaves two little holes
To show you where you bled
But she could leave you smiling
While your whole damn world unwinds
'Cause a rattlesnake gives you a warning
She never was that kind
I got no truck
I got no cash
Got half my clothes
In one old bag
But I got one thing
She couldn't take—
I woke up gone
Before I woke up dead
She was killing me
Hurt me worse than a six-shooter could
Burned hotter than moonshine
And Lord, she made it feel good
I walked away with my boots and my name
And a story I'll take to my grave
She was the kind of woman who'd kiss you sweet
While she's digging your grave
So if she smiles and calls you “darlin'”
Brother, read between the lines
A rattlesnake gives you a warning...
She never was that kind
No sir.
She never was that kind.