AMANDA

AMANDA
Amanda McBroom, Michele Brourman
McBroom Music (BMI)

We left our home and the friends we knew
On the banks of the Kankakee
And we headed west where the land was cheap
And the wind blows wild and free

The road was long and the way was hard
And our Oxen, we lost three
But we took no rest 'till we reached the place
Where the wind blows wild and free

We built our bed from the wagon floor
And our house from the Kansas sod
The closest town was a week away
And the nearest friend was God

We plowed by day and we prayed by night
For the rain and a gentle spring
But the frost came first
And it took the wheat
And wind began to sing

Oh Amanda

Then my man, he heard of a job in town
Layin' railroad track
Said he'd be gone 'bout a month or so
But he never did come back

So I sweep the floor and I keep the house
And it all goes on the same
And my mind, it's gone to wanderin'
And the wind keeps callin' my name

Oh Amanda

And the wind it blows through the open door
And it sings its one note somg
Where the bed is made and the table's set
But the lady, she is gone . . . Amanda