Sussana Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that through my own Creek blood The of your life
A motherless child , you were torn your home By decree of the county Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress And shorn back that hair
Told ya your Bible, be silent and still And to the ways of the whites Nothin offered could break down your will For you ran for the one night
Little Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that stream my own Creek blood that 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 to let rest a deed
Oklahoma was rich with the stench of oil And the men who came there to In the sun baked clay of Indian There, in the desolate
Little Sussana Gone fore I arrived Questions stream through my own creek blood Songs thata keep you
Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the Waving the of blame Eyes turned to Joe A too many acres of land to his name
No one would heard the lone shot in the night never posted his bail Big Joey Little, never out Of Sheriff jail
Sussana Little Gone fore I arrived Questions that stream through my own blood The of your life
For all of the lives you had lived 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 dark and the frost would Before ya finally found Chained to a log in a white dress Shakin wild eyed on the
Little Sussana Gone fore I arrived Questions that stream through my own creek Such were the of your life...
Yet in the years to come, you a man Raised five of own And for a spell it was as as though The light of had shown
The hand had written this part but for you And made it all hard Gave you a gusher, a spring of oil in your own back yard
So pile them kids in the back seat Ridin shotgun in the Packard to your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel The other on knee now
Little Sussana Gone I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own Creek The odyssey of life
Little Sussana Sussana Little