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Whip Cracker's Daughter
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A woman and a freed slave head for California
singersongwriter country am
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Being in various pro bands in the '60's Vic got to work with talented people including "The Beatles" and Roger Miller. He's met many stars including Cash, Or
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Genre
Country Americana
Charts
Peak #927
Peak in subgenre #14
Author
Geneva Griffin & Vic Arnold
Rights
Geneva Griffin & Vic Arnold 2014
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November 27, 2014
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 5:03
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The Whip Crackers Daughter Verse 1 She wouldn't ride ace high, on the trail to California, Her daddy in the bone yard. Her man gone west for gold Driven 'cross bad lands, by a hired out buffalo soldier. A pocket advantage, sewn into her pettycoat. Verse 2 That California Widow done her share'a belly-achin', The blue-belly yank, had tough bacon to save. Tho she got hell-fired up, aired her lungs daily, Her travelin' companion, never put her in her place. Chorus He burned the breeze He baked the horses While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ Still bad blood between 'em, but although the war was over, a whip cracker's daughter couldn't bow to a whippin' boy. Verse 3 It'd been a coon's age since, they'd left the plantation and those cotton blossoms, strung up by copperheads.. turned his face ghostly pale and she struggled for a reason but they sang a soulful hymm, and then buried the dead. Chorus He burned the breeze He baked the horses While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ Still bad blood between 'em, but although the war was over, She a whip cracker's daughter and him a whippin' boy. Bridge (maybe spoken, or just the last 3 lines?) Then one cold October mornin' they were dry gulched by Shoshone, He drew those blue lightning's, left those men lying in the draw, She whispered "you're a free man now" then keeled right over, Her words set his heart to fly like it never had before, Years went rolling by and when they laid that brother down the words were chiselled on his stone ..."you're a free man now ........" Chorus He burned the breeze He baked the horses While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ Still bad blood between 'em, and now the war was over, for the whip cracker's daughter and the whippin' boy.
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