Chickasaw She was reckless as the summer sun Full of heat, her hair undone She had a ticket and she had a gun Going down to Chickasaw The day was hot as a skillet fire Winds pulling the trees and wires She was shaking with one desire Going down to Chickasaw Old squaw said," Do not go, I see his blood on your shadow " Down in Chickasaw She kept hearing the last words he said Buzzin, buzzin' inside her head "Found someone else to fill my bed" Down in Chickasaw He never saw her run across the sand He never heard the screen door slam He never saw the gun in her hand Down in Chickasaw