Belle of the West - Samantha Fish

On the vermilion river

On a packet bound for Saint Clair

Ride the lady we love the best

She’s the Belle of the West

From somewhere down in Arkansas

But, who’s to say?

She just started that way

She’s the Belle of the West

Just a plain little lady

Going down the big muddy

On her way back home

For, yes, she dreamed of this day

With her lover she stormed away

Never knowing someday she’d become

The Belle of the West

Up on Crowley’s Ridge

There’s a headstone etched in black

Here lies the lady we love best

And each night they would pray

Way back home in Arkansas

Girl, you’re drifting too far from the shore

You’re drifting too far

She’s the Belle of the West

Just a painted lady

Going down the big muddy

On her way back home

For, yes, she dreamed of this day

Never once thinking of home

Now, she’s southbound for glory

The Belle of the West

She’s southbound for glory

The Belle of the West

Oh, she’s southbound for glory

The Belle of the West