Lyrics

 Ballad of Clara Mae

On the back of a flatbed truck
Going down..
Moving on down the road
Goes the ghost of the only home
I have ever.. I have ever known...
No, it doesn’t belong to me
I only paid to stay
Now you see it’s been sold 
They’re taking it away
Taking it away... going down 
Moving on down the road...

That’s how the West was won
That’s how the West is won...
Once it was the backyard
of a sacred burying ground
Once it was the backyard
of a roaring river sound

I ain’t got no man... got no home
Got no money... no educatin’
Dust flies up... covers me
I can’t see nothing but brown...

That’s how the West was won
That’s how the West is won
Once it was the backyard 
Of a grey eyed pack of wolves
Once it was the backyard 
Of a million thundering hooves
Once it was the backyard 
of girl like me 
of a woman...
just like me
 
All Rights Reserved (c) Words & Music by E. Christina Herr (BMI)