Marty Robbins – Matilda

Matilda with your calloused hands

Where Will goes you will follow in search of better land

Matilda never mind where you have been

Forget about Missouri forget about your kin

Matilda it’s too bad your baby’s gone

But he’s rested in his cradle by the river

Neath a simple grave of stone

Matilda musn’t let Will see you cry

Covered wagons keep on rolling never question or ask why

Matilda work your fingers to the bone

Read your Bible pray the Indians might spare you

Till you and Will reach your new home

Matilda just five hundred miles to go

You know Will’s so proud of you though he never tells you so

Matilda Matilda