Sussana Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that stream through my own Creek The odyssey of your
A motherless child , you were torn your home By decree of the county Good Christians, they gave you a dress And back that Indian hair
Told ya study your Bible, be silent and And take to the ways of the Nothin they offered could break your will For you ran for the gates one
Little Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that stream through my own blood that keep you alive
Your daddy , Joe Little, had of his own Drink was much stronger than But in the city felt native red hands Were no place to let rest a
Oklahoma was rich with the of black oil And the men who there to drill In the sun clay of Indian lands There, in the desolate
Sussana Little Gone fore I ever Questions that stream through my own blood Songs keep you alive
Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the the finger of blame Eyes turned to Joe A too many acres of land to his name
No one would have heard the shot in the night They never his bail Big Joey Little, never out Of Sheriff jail
Little Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that stream through my own blood The odyssey of life
For all of the you had lived this far No part of you could have The hearts of the men who would fetch ya One night by the side of the
The moon, it grew and the frost would form ya finally were found Chained to a log in a torn dress Shakin wild eyed on the
Little Sussana Gone fore I ever that stream through my own creek blood Such were the trials of life...
Yet in the to come, you took a man five of your own And for a it was as almost as though The light of justice had
The hand that had written part but for you And made it all plenty Gave you a gusher, a spring of oil There in your own yard
So pile kids in the plush back seat Ridin shotgun in the to town With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the The on your knee now
Little Sussana Gone fore I arrived Questions stream through my own Creek blood The of your life
Sussana Sussana Little Sussana