Mail Order Bride
(Van Rozay)

She rode that lonely Greyhound bus for two days and a night,
To come and be his lover and his friend.
They were really still just strangers, and she wondered was it right,
But she sat there on the Greyhound 'til the end.

One week last year in Kansas was all they had to share,
Now she's packed her world in bags and come to stay;
With faded family pictures all wrapped with loving care,
She'd been saving since her mama passed away.

See her old great-grandmama's picture, hangin' on the wall
Husband standin' stiffly by her side;
And there's that shy and hopeful look that made him really fall
For the great granddaughter of the mail order bride.

Her mother's brother dropped her at the bus stop in their town,
She's come twice as far as she had ever been.
There's no big house with shady trees, no white lace wedding gown
Just a strugglin' fool that hopes that she loves him.

Well, he baked a cake and he burned it and scraped the chars away,
Wrote on "Welcome" with the frosting from the store;
And she smiled her shy approval at the house he'd cleaned all day
And she hung her family pictures by the door.

There's that poor old prairie couple, sittin' in their frame
Staring with that stubborn country pride;
Somehow they raised a family and she hopes to do the same.
She's the great granddaughter of the mail order bride-
She's the great granddaughter of the mail order bride.