With the advancement of new software and (I hope) experience, I thought it time to do a remix of this collab with Geneva Griffin from 10 years ago.
Most of the colourful lyrics are hers. A few lines were added by myself.

All BIAB tracks but those details are lost to time, sorry.

https://soundcloud.com/vic-arnold/the-whip-crackers-daughter?si=62469216ec4d4c6d82583b54fa86c374&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Whip Crackers Daughter © Griffin & Arnold 2014

Verse 1
She wouldn't ride ace high, on the trail to California,
Her daddy in the bone yard. Her man gone west for gold
Driven 'cross bad lands, by a hired out buffalo soldier.
A pocket advantage, sewn into her pettycoat.

Verse 2
That California Widow done her share'a belly-achin',
The blue-belly yank, had tough bacon to save.
Tho she got hell-fired up, aired her lungs daily,
Her travelin' companion, never put her in her place.

Chorus
He burned the breeze He baked the horses
While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ
Still bad blood between 'em, but although the war was over,
a whip cracker's daughter couldn't bow to a whippin' boy.

Verse 3
It'd been a coon's age since, they'd left the plantation
and those cotton blossoms, strung up by copperheads..
turned his face a ghostly pale and she struggled for a reason
but they sang a soulful hymm, and then buried the dead.

Chorus
He burned the breeze He baked the horses
While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ
Still bad blood between 'em, but although the war was over,
She a whip cracker's daughter and him a whippin' boy.

Bridge
Then one cold October mornin' they were dry gulched by Shoshone,
He drew those blue lightning's, left those men lying in the draw,
She whispered "you're a free man now" then she keeled right over,
Her words set his heart to fly like it never had before,
Years went rolling by but when they’d laid that brother down
the words were chiselled on his stone ..."you're a free man now ........"

Chorus
He burned the breeze He baked the horses
While she wagged her finger, cussed and moaned, used all she dared employ
Still bad blood between 'em, and now the war was over,
for the whip cracker's daughter and the whippin' boy.

Last edited by vicarn; 02/06/24 09:04 AM.