Laura Vinson and Free Spirit - Petite Marie - Remastered Lyrics

They came west to a harsh land, in order to survive
They all took native women, and they call them country wives
Oh those girls could feed and clothe them, and show them where to go
They kept their women here, but their ladies stayed at home

Petite Marie, little Marie, petite Marie, little Marie

And when the trips were over, they left them here alone
No hunters for their babies, and we find their tiny bones
In the lonely shallow graves, along the river shore
Rejected by their people, abandoned white man's whores

Country wives, mistresses of a hard and wild land
Country wives, no promises or ring upon their hand
But the work fell on their shoulders
And it's their names we should read. in the history books that tell us, who discovered this country

And she waited by the river, cause he said he would return
And she tried to feed her children, untill the season turned
And the fort upon the hill, wouldn't help to save their lives
And they left her on the outside, with the other country wives