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| Author: | Laura Newbury |
| E-mail: | newbury_legacy@hotmail.com |
| Date: | 3/23/2004 10:29:58 AM |
| Subject: | "I WAS AN OUTLAW" |
| Message: | When I think of my childhood on the farm, I can remember the days I would spend in the fields with my horse, running as fast as that mare's legs could carry me away from "the law"... like these women, I did some pretty daring things, that even now I shake my head at. Though I always had a warm home to return to at night, and parents that loved me, I was a rough and tumble kind of gal in those Oregon pastures during the day... “I WAS AN OUTLAW” LSN 2004 Annie Oakley never came home at lunch time She was too busy in the wild western land Calamity Jane never stopped when she got bored with playin She was preoccupied runnin from the law man But I was them all the same I let my horse run across border plains I was an outlaw – a woman of fame I was still them all the same Cattle Kate’s mom never forced her to dinner made her wash her worn hands till the water ran clean Ah Toy’s dad didn’t hold her when she fell from her horse As a law abidin’ bullet ripped through her seams But I was them all the same I dreamed on horseback runnin ‘cross border plains I was an outlaw – a lady of fame I was still them all the same Big-nose Kate was my hero Eliza Cook a barn-held name Mattie Silks made me want more from life And her life made me see what I’d left yet to claim I was them all my young & wild days I spit on the ground and I wasn’t ashamed I was an outlaw – a lady of fame I was still them all the same… I was still them all the same. |
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 "I WAS AN OUTLAW" by Laura Newbury  at 3/23/2004 10:29:58 AM |
 Re: by Doug at 3/23/2004 10:57:47 AM |
| Re: by Judy W at 3/23/2004 5:15:55 PM |
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