Ian Middleton::Producer::Mix::Master::Music Composition::Additional Instruments
Neil Wilson::Tremelo Guitar::FX
Tracy Hutchison::Guns and Horses Sound FX
Ian Middleton and Kim Noble::Lyrics
She was the last of the classic cowgirl ranchers.
She was fast as the wind oh you just try and catch her
And on her big horse she rounded up the cows
And then liked to cook up some Italian chow
Around these parts she was known as Frankie
She had long black braids and red plaid hankie.
A sterile kitchen for her was mandatory,
And the cows were afraid of her beef cacciatore.
She worked the ranch owned by enersto
They’d rustle up some beans with her favorite pesto
And an epic linguine, together they were destined
To be the last heroes in a spaghetti western.
Oh Frankie, you’re a dying breed cowgirl.
From a time when women shot double-barreled
Riding the range where the white eagle calls
Cook us up a big heap of spaghetti and meatballs.
With one shot of whiskey and a fistful of dollars
She’d wrangle up some pasta faster than you could holler
But Frankie never crossed a line way back then,
She was still the hero no matter how much garlic she put in.
So tell your children and your grandchildren too
About Frankie, we all knew.
And when it came to boiling rigatoni she was the best.
Cuz Frankie’s still stirring up the spaghetti west.
‘Cuz Frankie worked a ranch owned by an Italian
Collecting basil and herbs on her black stallion
All the cowboys gathered round she was always destined
To be the last chuckwagon cowpoke in a Spaghetti Western.
2014 Copyright Ian Middleton and Kim Noble