Susannah Little

Song Susannah Little
Artist Grant-Lee Phillips
Album Virginia Creeper

Lyrics

[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