In 1786 Marie took her first breath
The amazing tale that was her life is told long after her death
Her life the stuff of legend
Survival on her own
A well of grit forever deep
Found somewhere in her soul in her soul
Her mama was born in the blood lines of the Iowa Tribe
Her daddy was a Frenchman trapper chasing dreams and beaver hide
A wife she became on a lost bet in a poker game
There were aces high on a bluff from a drunk
And her life forever changed ...forever changed
The wind blows cold across these mountains
The rivers flow to a different sea
Left to die alone with two young ones in tow
Being followed by a murder of crows
Walk Far Woman....you got a long way to go
Well in tow with Astors mean
Soon her worried troubles grew
It took all their wits and a load of luck to get passage from the Sioux
But further up the Great River
The Blackfeet weren't so kind
Forced them all up the Yellowstone
Which put far behind the coming snows
The down the river they called the Mad
Heading towards the setting sun
Many a wild rapid they were forced to run
But with the winter coming on
They should have taken for the trail
Instead they hung a right at Farewell Bend
And began a fateful tale of starvation
By the time they hit the Power River
A babe was on the way
The men left she and the kids for dead
Headed on to Hot Lake
Well the newborn didn't make it
But somewhere deep inside
With her natives skills she found the will
To keep the other two alive....stayed alive
It was 1812 when they hit Fort George
Where the suns sets in the sea
And come Springtime she headed East
And made her way back up stream
But a band of Shoshone warriors
Killed her husband and his crew
She spent two long months on her own
Surviving in the Blues but she made it thru
Her life the stuff of legend
Survival on her own
A well of grit forever deep
Found somewhere in her soul in her soul