On my way to Casper she crawled out from under the bridge
waving her green North Fork Crazy Woman sign at me
It didn't really say,"creek", but it had to be one, right?
All these forked-women crazy you think?
Could have been a girl, not even a woman for all I know.
After she went good or bad crazy, dressing crazy
or maybe just sounding that way, she wound up here.
Surely the men judged her crazy, the women folk
would have called her something else.
She'll always live on in these parts,
they never kill her kind.