Rebecca (Original)
© 02/11/2012 All Rights Reserved
Author: Ken Smith (TexScratch)
Rebecca©
Ken (TexScratch) Smith (2/11/2012)
Capo 2 frets to F#

Her name was Rebecca; She hailed from West Virginia
Came west to seek her fortune and the California Gold
Rode in to Oklahoma; And her daughter got the fever
Found themselves in Enid; at least that's what I'm told


Wild horses were her passion; She could tame the wildest one
No saddles were her fashion;
'Neath the sooner summer sun. Oh Rebecca


In the mornings she'd awaken; taking in the rising sun
Then gaze to the western sky; where there's gold to be won
For Daniella no healing; in that winter record setting cold
Sutter's Mill further than ever; like her visions of California Gold

Dreams, they were a crashing; from many, down to one
And the drought of '53 was gnashing; at her crops neath the sooner summer sun. Oh Rebecca


Goodbye my sweet Daniella; forever on my mind
Your smile my only pleasure; a gift of treasured times
They say she went riding on a morning in the spring
No notes to give a warning; Or a clue of future things

Wild horses were her passion; She could tame the wildest one
No saddles in fashion;
'Neath the sooner summer sun. Oh Rebecca