Susannah Little
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
The odyssey of your life
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian hair
Told ya study your Bible, be silent and still
And take to the ways of the whites
Nothin' they offered could break down your will
For you ran for the gates one night
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
Stories that keep you alive
Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own
Drink was much stronger than greed
But some in the city felt native red hands
Were no place to let rest a deed
Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil
And the men who came there to drill
In the sun baked clay of Indian lands
There, in the desolate fields
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own creek blood
Songs that'a keep you alive
Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the county
Waving the finger of blame
Eyes turned to Joe Little
A couple too many acres of land to his name
No one would have heard the lone shot in the night
They never posted his bail
Big Joey Little, never walked out
Of Sheriff Stanton's jail
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
The odyssey of your life
For all of the lives you had lived this far
No part of you could have known
The evil hearts of the men who would fetch ya
One night by the side of the road
The moon, it grew dark and the frost would form
Before ya finally were found
Chained to a log in a torn white dress
Shakin' wild eyed on the ground
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own creek blood
Such were the trials of your life...
Yet in the years to come, you took a man
Raised five of your own
And for a spell it was as almost as though
The light of justice had shown
The hand that had written this part but for you
And made it all plenty hard
Gave you a gusher, a well spring of oil
There in your own back yard
So pile them kids in the plush back seat
Ridin' shotgun in the Packard to town
With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel
The other on your knee now
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone 'fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
The odyssey of your life
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Susannah LittleLRC歌词
[00:19.46]Sussana Little
[00:21.54]Sussana Little
[00:23.60]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[00:27.68]Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
[00:31.85]The odyssey of your life
[00:38.02]A motherless child , you were torn from your home
[00:41.86]By decree of the county affairs
[00:45.83]Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
[00:49.97]And shorn back that Indian hair
[00:53.99]Told ya study your Bible, be silent and still
[00:58.16]And take to the ways of the whites
[01:02.47]Nothin' they offered could break down your will
[01:06.52]For you ran for the gates one night
[01:12.90]Sussana Little
[01:15.06]Sussana Little
[01:17.11]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[01:21.19]Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
[01:25.26]Stories that keep you alive
[01:31.15]Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own
[01:35.57]Drink was much stronger than greed
[01:39.50]But some in the city felt native red hands
[01:43.58]Were no place to let rest a deed
[01:47.37]Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil
[01:51.65]And the men who came there to drill
[01:55.29]In the sun baked clay of Indian lands
[01:59.92]There, in the desolate fields
[02:06.06]Sussana Little
[02:08.07]Sussana Little
[02:10.13]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[02:14.10]Questions that stream through my own creek blood
[02:18.34]Songs that'a keep you alive
[02:32.80]Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the county
[02:37.08]Waving the finger of blame
[02:40.96]Eyes turned to Joe Little
[02:43.12]A couple too many acres of land to his name
[02:48.63]No one would have heard the lone shot in the night
[02:52.87]They never posted his bail
[02:57.00]Big Joey Little, never walked out
[03:00.99]Of Sheriff Stanton's jail
[03:06.97]Sussana Little
[03:09.09]Sussana Little
[03:11.05]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[03:15.12]Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
[03:19.20]The odyssey of your life
[03:25.11]For all of the lives you had lived this far
[03:29.37]No part of you could have known
[03:33.42]The evil hearts of the men who would fetch ya
[03:38.16]One night by the side of the road
[03:41.99]The moon, it grew dark and the frost would form
[03:46.33]Before ya finally were found
[03:50.31]Chained to a log in a torn white dress
[03:54.04]Shakin' wild eyed on the ground
[04:00.44]Sussana Little
[04:02.66]Sussana Little
[04:04.73]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[04:08.76]Questions that stream through my own creek blood
[04:12.98]Such were the trials of your life...
[04:19.21]Yet in the years to come, you took a man
[04:23.09]Raised five of your own
[04:27.07]And for a spell it was as almost as though
[04:30.94]The light of justice had shown
[04:34.87]The hand that had written this part but for you
[04:38.89]And made it all plenty hard
[04:43.07]Gave you a gusher, a well spring of oil
[04:46.94]There in your own back yard
[04:52.97]So pile them kids in the plush back seat
[04:57.15]Ridin' shotgun in the Packard to town
[05:01.03]With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel
[05:05.27]The other on your knee now
[05:11.40]Sussana Little
[05:13.62]Sussana Little
[05:15.64]Gone 'fore I ever arrived
[05:19.49]Questions that stream through my own Creek blood
[05:23.83]The odyssey of your life
[05:30.32]Sussana Little
[05:34.25]Sussana Little
[05:38.20]Sussana Little
[05:42.23]Sussana Little
[05:46.31]Sussana Little
[05:50.37]Sussana Little
