Sussana Little Gone fore I arrived that stream through my own Creek blood The odyssey of your
A motherless child , you were from your home By decree of the affairs Good Christians, they you a lily-white dress And shorn back that Indian
ya study your Bible, be silent and still And take to the of the whites Nothin they offered break down your will For you ran for the one night
Sussana Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that through my own Creek blood Stories that keep you
daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own Drink was much stronger greed But in the city felt native red hands Were no place to let a deed
Oklahoma was with the stench of black oil And the men who came there to In the sun baked clay of Indian There, in the fields
Sussana Little Gone fore I arrived Questions that stream through my own blood Songs thata you alive
Mysterious crimes, oh swept through the county the finger of blame Eyes turned to Joe A couple too many of land to his name
No one would have heard the lone shot in the They never his bail Big Joey Little, never out Of Stantons jail
Sussana Little Gone fore I ever Questions that stream my own Creek blood The odyssey of life
For all of the lives you had lived far No part of you could have The evil hearts of the men who would ya One by the side of the road
The moon, it grew and the frost would form Before ya finally were Chained to a log in a white dress Shakin eyed on the ground
Sussana Little Gone fore I arrived Questions that stream my own creek blood Such the trials 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 plenty you a gusher, a well spring of oil There in your own yard
So pile kids in the plush back seat Ridin in the Packard to town With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the The other on knee now
Sussana Sussana Gone fore I ever Questions that stream through my own blood The odyssey of your
Little Sussana Little Sussana