Marty Robbins - Matilda Lyrics
Matilda, with your calloused handsWhere Will goes you will followIn search of better land.Matilda, never mind where you have beenForget about MissouriForget about your kin.Matilda, it's too bad your baby's goneBut he's rested in his cradle by the riverNeath a simple grave stone.Matilda, mus'nt let Will see ya cryCovered wagons keep on rollin'Never question or ask why.Matilda, work your fingers to the boneRead your Bible, pray the Indians might spare youTill you and Will reach your new home.Matilda, just five-hundred miles to goYa know Will's so proud of youThough he never tells you soMatilda, Matilda