"A Legacy of Women"

Georgeann Crabtree owned our place, 50 years ago
A widow woman most her life, as folks around here know
Her old man, he was bad to drink, it was a sorry sight
He fell off his horse in Dox's Pond and drownded there one night.

Chorus:
See all them bushes, sprung up with wild rose vines
With tangled stands of flowering quince their thorny tendrils twine
Hens and chickens, fresh and green, and banks of daffodils
The legacy of women who settled in these hills.

Then Georgeanne's boy Lawrence lived on the place a spell
They say that he ran moonshine, and it took his life as well
He went up to Cincinnati, playing his guitar
Stepped out on the freeway and got run down by a car.

Now what his woman's name was, I never heard them say
The cabin where they used to live has rotted clean away
But I know that she was there, for where the front door used to swing
A plant called "live forever" comes up there every spring.

Chorus: See all them bushes, sprung up with wild rose vines
In tangled stands of flowering quince their thorny tendrils twine
Desert yucca in the woods and banks of daffodils
A legacy of women who settled in these hills.

Not so very long ago, just before she died
I heard that Betty Grubbs had called Ruth Perry to her side
she said dig those bulbs I planted up
divide and pass em round
So my flowers will be bloomin after I am in the ground

Ruth's voice was still about to break with grief when she said
"Ann if you'd like to have some tulips and some irises you can.
well I'm gonna plant em round my house so that after I'm long gone
the flowers Betty loved and mine and Georgannes will live on.


The above lyric which I think is complete is from

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