Rebecca (SouthWesterly)
© Ken Smith & Dave Jacobs 2012 all rights reserved
Author: K. Smith (lyrics/vocals) D. Jacobs (vocals/music)
Rebecca©
Ken Smith (2/11/2012)

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 Tulsa; at least that's what I'm told


Wild horses were her passion; She could tame the wildest one

No saddles her fashion; 'Neath the sooner summer sun. Oh Rebecca...

In the mornings she'd awaken; taking in the rising sun

Then gaze back to the western sky; where there's gold to be won


For Daniella no healing; that winter record setting cold

Sutter's Mill now more distant; and her visions of California Gold

Dreams, they were a crashing; from many, down to one

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 special times


They say she went riding; on a morning in the spring

No note to leave 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...