1. Owyhee Home
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Sun baked soil and rabbit brush
Rattlesnake coils in the desert rust
Her path is paved with bone and stone
This desert plain will lead her home

She left her mother at the eastern seaboard
For the Oregon Trail and the promise land
She kept her faith, she traveled headstrong
There was no time to complain

Owyhee home of stone and mud
It seems so small in the desert sun
She raised her babies, she built her brand
And she lived freely in the barren land

Bruneau Jasper in the canyon walls
Indian hot creek beneath the falls
This empty homestead
Is filled with ghosts
Daughters and mothers
Of Owyhee home