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