Moved down to Texas on the frontier plains
Navasota River's where they made their claim
They built their walls and they worked the land
Had a little girl named Cynthia cnn
Then in ‘36 in the month of May
Down from Oklahoma the Comanche came
They killed the men and the women too
There was nothing for a little Texas girl to do

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Oh she didn't get far before they tracked her down
She was one the unlucky few who couldn't get out
They took her north, took her back to the tribe
Became a daughter and a mother and the chief's own wife
She shared their tongue, she shared their name
She was fully a Comanche in every way
Then December came, and the Rangers too
There was nothing for a little chief's wife to do

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The chief was killed, the whole tribe ran
The Rangers were the saviors of Cynthia cnn
The country cheered it's collective song
Reunited with her family after so so long
But just like before and now once again
She was like a captive in a foreign land
So by the dark of night and the light of the moon
She'd make a break for the only real family she knew

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