Sussana Little. Sussana Little. Gone 'fore I ever arrived. Questions that stream through my own Creek blood. The odyssey of your life. . A motherless child, you were torn from your home.
Hey, she's a piratey soul. Full a' vinagar and glitter. She is a song of her own. From down the wrong end of the river. Wild, like the lily-a-passion.
Oh the slough winds all serpentine. Full of black delta peat. Yellow bronze grapes of muscadine. Growing wild and sweet. . On the shore Lady, there ya were.
Buddy some Topeka night. When it's just you and the road. Seen no tailights there for miles. And nothin' much but static on the radio. . Wasn't lookin' to the left.
Casanova broke ya. Just like china. He was smooth as southern Blue Bell Cream. 'Cept he never meant to share that diamond ring. . So you take up to the roof-top, pining.
Always friend. Always friend. Still some fences. We may never mend. In our time. Broken hearts. Broken lines. Every now and then. Ya spring ta mind. And we are.