we were just southern girls with ribbons and curls                

I was the middle of three sisters

My baby brother will never know his mother!

feeling alone on a ranch just north of the 

border, of Mexico 

 

Years go by pop’s gone, most of the time       

My older sister has gone, to live with family in Tucson 

While I was left in charged of my brother and sister  

in a dangerous place like this a smile

is just a whisper  

of some forgotten days, As I

 

Find my place, and

I give grace, for this

desert space 

I now call home

 

Living in some boarder house, out west! 

Feeling alone on this ranch with outlaws at the fence

one summer I killed 30 rattlers and skinned them to dry 

and sold them for hatbands to cowboys as

they rode by our little enterprise! As I

 

Find my place, and

I give grace, for this

desert space 

I now call home

 

on an old gray mare I’d ride away

to a valley of coyotes in a territory state

I’d sing as loud as I could to the red hills of Bisbee 

just a 10 year old kid from the hills of 

Kentucky, but now I’m here                                                                                  

 

I’m a belle on the border, who

takes this steed and rides away           

I am a pioneer

and I sing to the wind

and the call of the wild

and my desert home, As I

 

Find my place, and

I give grace, for this

desert space 

I now call home

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Words and Music by Jena Douglas

Jena Douglas Music

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