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 stone. Matilda, mus'nt let Will see ya cry Covered wagons keep on rollin' 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 Ya know Will's so proud of you Though he never tells you so Matilda, Matilda
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