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