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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own Creek blood |
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The odyssey of your life |
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A motherless child , you were torn from your home |
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By decree of the county affairs |
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Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress |
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And shorn back that Indian hair |
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Told ya study your Bible, be silent and still |
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And take to the ways of the whites |
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Nothin' they offered could break down your will |
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For you ran for the gates one night |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own Creek blood |
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Stories that keep you alive |
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Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own |
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Drink was much stronger than greed |
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But some in the city felt native red hands |
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Were no place to let rest a deed |
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Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil |
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And the men who came there to drill |
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In the sun baked clay of Indian lands |
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There, in the desolate fields |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own creek blood |
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Songs that'a keep you alive |
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Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the county |
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Waving the finger of blame |
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Eyes turned to Joe Little |
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A couple too many acres of land to his name |
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No one would have heard the lone shot in the night |
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They never posted his bail |
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Big Joey Little, never walked out |
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Of Sheriff Stanton's jail |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own Creek blood |
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The odyssey of your life |
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For all of the lives you had lived this far |
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No part of you could have known |
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The evil hearts of the men who would fetch ya |
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One night by the side of the road |
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The moon, it grew dark and the frost would form |
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Before ya finally were found |
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Chained to a log in a torn white dress |
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Shakin' wild eyed on the ground |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own creek blood |
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Such were the trials of your life... |
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Yet in the years to come, you took a man |
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Raised five of your own |
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And for a spell it was as almost as though |
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The light of justice had shown |
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The hand that had written this part but for you |
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And made it all plenty hard |
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Gave you a gusher, a well spring of oil |
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There in your own back yard |
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So pile them kids in the plush back seat |
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Ridin' shotgun in the Packard to town |
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With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel |
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The other on your knee now |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Gone 'fore I ever arrived |
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Questions that stream through my own Creek blood |
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The odyssey of your life |
| [05:30.32] |
Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |
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Sussana Little |