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