《Susanna Little》歌词

歌曲： Susanna Little

所属专辑：Virginia Creeper

歌手： Grant-Lee Phillips

时长： 06:08

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Susanna Little - Grant-Lee Phillips[00:00:00]

Written by：Grant Lee Phillips[00:00:02]

Sussana little[00:00:19]

Sussana little[00:00:22]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:00:24]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:00:28]

The odyssey of your life[00:00:32]

A motherless child[00:00:38]

You were torn from your home[00:00:40]

By decree of the county affairs[00:00:42]

Good Christians they gave you a lily white dress[00:00:46]

And shorn back that Indian hair[00:00:50]

Told ya study your Bible be silent and still[00:00:54]

And take to the ways of the whites[00:00:59]

Nothin' they offered could break down your will[00:01:03]

For you ran for the gates one night[00:01:07]

Sussana little[00:01:13]

Sussana little[00:01:15]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:01:17]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:01:21]

Stories that keep you alive[00:01:26]

Your daddy Joe little had woes of his own[00:01:31]

Drink was much stronger than greed[00:01:36]

But some in the city felt native red hands[00:01:40]

Were no place to let rest a deed[00:01:44]

Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil[00:01:48]

And the men who came there to drill[00:01:52]

In the sun baked clay of Indian lands[00:01:56]

There in the desolate fields[00:02:00]

Sussana little[00:02:06]

Sussana little[00:02:09]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:02:11]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:02:15]

Songs that'a keep you alive[00:02:19]

Mysterious crimes oh they swept through the county[00:02:33]

Waving the finger of blame[00:02:38]

Eyes turned to Joe little[00:02:42]

A couple too many acres of land to his name[00:02:44]

No one would have heard the lone shot in the night[00:02:49]

They never posted his bail[00:02:54]

Big Joey little never walked out[00:02:58]

Of Sheriff Stanton's jail[00:03:02]

Sussana little[00:03:08]

Sussana little[00:03:10]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:03:12]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:03:16]

The odyssey of your life[00:03:20]

For all of the lives you had lived this far[00:03:26]

No part of you could have known[00:03:30]

The evil hearts of the men who would fetch ya[00:03:34]

One night by the side of the road[00:03:38]

The moon it grew dark and the frost would form[00:03:42]

Before you finally were found[00:03:46]

Chained to a log in a torn white dress[00:03:50]

Shakin' wild eyed on the ground[00:03:54]

Sussana little[00:04:01]

Sussana little[00:04:03]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:04:05]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:04:09]

Such were the trials of your life[00:04:13]

Yet in the years to come you took a man[00:04:19]

Raised five of your own[00:04:23]

And for a spell it was as almost as though[00:04:27]

The light of justice had shown[00:04:31]

The hand that had written this part but for you[00:04:35]

And made it all plenty hard[00:04:39]

Gave you a gusher a well spring of oil[00:04:43]

There in your own back yard[00:04:47]

So pile them kids in the plush back seat[00:04:53]

Ridin' shotgun in the Packard to town[00:04:58]

With your man Tom Fisher one hand on the wheel[00:05:02]

The other on your knee now[00:05:06]

Sussana little[00:05:12]

Sussana little[00:05:14]

Gone 'fore I ever arrived[00:05:16]

Questions that stream through my own creek blood[00:05:20]

The odyssey of your life[00:05:24]

Sussana little[00:05:30]

Sussana little[00:05:35]

Sussana little[00:05:39]

Sussana little[00:05:43]

Sussana little[00:05:47]

Sussana little[00:05:51]