Lyrics
Intro
I need a new hat for my outlaw man. Going to the Branding Iron...
Verse 1
Mama said "girl, if you're goin' out WestDon't come home lookin' like the rest"So I drove down to Tombstone on a SaturdayWhere the gunfights happen 'bout three times a dayFound a little shop with a whole lot of heartWhere they've been fittin' cowgirls right from the start
Chorus
Gonna find my perfect fit in TombstoneHat, boots and a buckle I can call my ownThey've been doin' it right for forty years and then someLocals and the tourists, everybody comeAt the Branding Iron, ain't nobody leaves aloneWithout a story and a perfect fit in Tombstone
Verse 2
I tried on a black hat, then I tried on a brownSpun around the mirror like the queen of the townThe lady behind the counter said "honey, that's you"Then she handed me a handbag that matched my bootsGot moccasins for Grandma and a belt for my manHe's gonna think I married a cowboy fan
Chorus
Gonna find my perfect fit in TombstoneHat, boots and a buckle I can call my ownThey've been doin' it right for forty years and then someLocals and the tourists, everybody comeAt the Branding Iron, ain't nobody leaves aloneWithout a story and a perfect fit in Tombstone
Bridge
Some folks come for the O.K. CorralSome come for the ghosts and the old hotelBut I came home with somethin' I can wearTell 'em all you found it, tell 'em you were there
Final Chorus
Gonna find my perfect fit in TombstoneHat, boots and a buckle I can call my ownThey've been doin' it right for forty years and then someLocals and the tourists, everybody comeAt the Branding Iron, ain't nobody leaves aloneWithout a story and a perfect fit in TombstoneYeah, the Branding Iron, my perfect fit in Tombstone