Oh Susannah
Missoula
(by Suzie Ungerleider)

We met along the backroads on
the way to Missoula,
Lookin' for a home and maybe a truelove,
Grabbed a double barreled
shotgun and two cherry cokes,
Them fightin' words were all we spoke.

From Rattlesnake to Ithaca we hit every stateline,
Cracked every cashbox, broke every gold mine,
Prayed petty cash would replenish our souls
And a runaway train would bring us home.

Tired from the fight, we
shacked up in a farm,
Built us a picket fence and
held freedom in a yard,
Tried to live the good life
and cut our dreams away,
Until our land of gold had
turned to gray.

Against your will I flew from the flatlands,
Arms torn free, bloody
knuckles on your hands,
I have no love for you, my lover,
Let's keep runnin' till it's over.

Though I couldn't shake the
sadness that brought us together,
I still look to you to make things seem better,
And even through the wire, I can still feel
Your lips whisper low against my ear.

To the death always be a fighter,
Never give in, never buckle under,
We're not friends and we are not lovers,
But you'll be my hero when it's all over.


SOCAN, 1996; Copyright 1997
Stella Records.