In a bar in old Montana
A rumor circled round
How the men went up on the mountain
And they never came back down
Tell me why don't they come back
Could it be that they lose their will
I have to solve this mystery
Had to find out for myself

So I headed up on the mountain
The trail was deep and long
When I saw her in the shadows
I heard her siren song
She said I'm glad you made it
I've been waitin' here just for you
You look so hungry
Won't you have some stew

Chorus:
Well it was two parts passion
And a pound of gold
Just enough hope to save your soul
A dash of trust and pure desire
A burnin' ash and a red hot fire
Velvet blood
Turtle dove
Purple lace
Just for taste
Something borrowed and something blue
And the chin of a moose
She called it moosechin stew

Well her smile became a rainbow
After summer rain
She held me close and whispered
Darlin' aren't you glad you came
Then I knew it was over
I had finally learned the truth
There's no resisting what she called
moosechin stew

(Chorus)

There's a little witch in every woman
She's free to cast a spell
She'll tempt you with what she got from heaven
And make you feel like hell
Tell me why do they do it
Well it's a womanly thing to do
Every woman since the first of time
Has her own kind of brew

Well it's two parts passion
And a pound of gold
Just enough hope to save your soul
A dash of trust and pure desire
Burnin' ash and a red hot fire
Velvet blood
Turtle dove
Purple lace
Just for taste
Something borrowed and something blue
And the chin of a moose
It's called moosechin stew