as she was travelin
up those rugged hills
amongst the old mesquites
up there awaited sorrowed trails
and storied words to tell
she was taken by the indian braves
santa rita range
wondering if she'd ever be saved
or see a shallow grave
[chorus]
mercy me
she's bound to die
her two weeks in the stone
forced to walk
miles up high
forced to carry on
they took her freedom and her shoes
and left her full of holes
larcena was 23 years old
and left to die in the cold
she had become tired half way
too sore for the braves
at her they threw sixteen spears
how she shed her tears
off the cliff for she did fall
the braves went down the trail
an old mesquite caught her fall
but noone heard her calls
...
two long weeks went passing by
she barely made it home
she had a vow not to tell
until the day she was gone
[chorus]
up those rugged hills
amongst the old mesquites
up there awaited sorrowed trails
and storied words to tell
she was taken by the indian braves
santa rita range
wondering if she'd ever be saved
or see a shallow grave
[chorus]
mercy me
she's bound to die
her two weeks in the stone
forced to walk
miles up high
forced to carry on
they took her freedom and her shoes
and left her full of holes
larcena was 23 years old
and left to die in the cold
she had become tired half way
too sore for the braves
at her they threw sixteen spears
how she shed her tears
off the cliff for she did fall
the braves went down the trail
an old mesquite caught her fall
but noone heard her calls
...
two long weeks went passing by
she barely made it home
she had a vow not to tell
until the day she was gone
[chorus]