Anna Coogan: Music

Indian Son

Thirteen steps and I’m on my way
last steps I will ever take, boys
then Jesus gonna come, walk me to heaven
take my hand, say all will be forgiven
nobody know the cards you played
anybody’d make the same mistakes
if they had to walk a mile right in your place

Thirteen steps and I’m going home
maybe buy myself a little boat
gonna ride that boat south of the border
find myself a little corner of
paradise and away I go
gonna start again down in Mexico

Mama was a rodeo queen
her eyes were big and wild
but her heart was mean
Cherokee blood running through her veins
wild Indian boys, wild Indian ways
nobody thought nothing better would come
of an Indian girl and her Indian son

now everybody wants to know who you are
the lights that write your name are like the stars
and everybody wants to know where you’ve been
why you’ve done what you did

Thirteen steps and I’ll see the light
thirteen steps and I’ll take my flight
got a brother and sister waiting for me there
got a mama in hell and a daddy somewhere
never knew why but I don’t care
sometimes this life don’t come out fair