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Rebecca (SouthWesterly)
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Ken Smith & Dave Jacobs are 'SouthWesterly'. The singing/songwriting duo collaborate singing/songwriting, acoustic guitar, and music production talents between the states of Texas and Florida.
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K. Smith (lyrics/vocals) D. Jacobs (vocals/music)
Ken Smith & Dave Jacobs 2012 all rights reserved
South by Southwest
Thu May 31, 2012
Acoustic : Acoustic Folk
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» highest in charts:   # 54   (150,440 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 7   (19,758 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Folk)
About the song
A pioneer lady and her daughter seek fame and fortune during the California gold rush days...
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...