Highwomen

I was a Highwoman
 And a mother from my youth
 For my children I did what I had to do
 My family left Honduras when they killed the Sandinistas
 We followed a coyote through the dust of Mexico
 Every one of them except for me survived
 And I am still alive
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 I was a healer
 I was gifted as a girl
 I laid hands upon the world
 Someone saw me sleeping naked in the noon sun
 I heard "witchcraft" in the whispers and I knew my time had come
 The bastards hung me at the Salem gallows hill
 But I am living still
 I was a freedom rider
 When we thought the South had won
 Virginia in the spring of '61
 I sat down on the Greyhound that was bound for Mississippi
 My mother asked me if that ride was worth my life
 And when the shots rang out I never heard the sound
 But I am still around
 And I'll take that ride again, and again, and again
 And again, and again
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 I was a preacher
 My heart broke for all the world
 But teaching was unrighteous for a girl
 In the summer I was baptized in the mighty Colorado
 In the winter I heard the hounds and I knew I had been found
 And in my Savior's name, I laid my weapons down
 But I am still around
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 We are The Highwomen
 Singing stories still untold
 We carry the sons you can only hold
 We are the daughters of the silent generations
 You sent our hearts to die alone in foreign nations
 It may return to us as tiny drops of rain
 But we will still remain
 And we'll come back again and again and again
 And again and again
 We'll come back again and again and again
 And again and again