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Dedicated to the memory of Suesan Knorr (d. 1984) and Shiela Knorr (d. 1985). Written March, 2009, after stumbling across a Wikipedia article about these girls. I was pretty moved by the story and, over a period of about a year, finally got some lyrics together and finished the song. Played it out once or twice, but after Rochelle and I got together, I realized it was her song to sing. Thanks to Annie Capps for adding the second female harmony. - J

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Fire burnin’ down on highway 89
Near the Squaw Creek Bridge
I could see those flames and smell the awful smoke
Comin’ up the ridge

Stopped the car, got out and made my way on down
Not knowin’ what I’d find
First a scarf, some jeans, then the body of a girl
She’d been shot then burned alive

And as I struggled with the smell of gasoline
I wondered who it was could do this kind of thing

Home
Should be a place of tender lovin’ care
Not a den of pain and fear
Her momma was a Cross to bear

Cardboard coffin layin’ in a little field
Just off Martis Creek Lake
Sinking feeling as I walked along the shore
Another mystery of fate

She was curled up in some blankets all alone
Wasn’t hardly nothin’ left
She’d been beat, hog tied stuck in the closet of her room
Three days later, she starved to death

As I staggered at the thought of what I’d seen
I wondered who it was could do this kind of thing

Home
Should be a place of tender lovin’ care
Not a den of pain and fear
Her momma was a Cross to bear

They were sisters, livin’ with a curse
Just tryin’ to stay alive
She killed the first in 1984
The next in ‘85

Home
Should be a place of tender lovin’ care
Not a den of pain and fear
Her momma was a Cross to bear

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from Pleasureville, released October 31, 2011
Lyrics and Music written by John Natiw/Rocket Boy Records ASCAP

Rochelle Clark - Vocals
John Natiw - Acoustic Guitars, Percussion
Drew Howard - Banjo
Dave Roof - Upright Bass
Annie Capps - Vocals

Recorded at Rocket Boy Records - Canton, MI
Mixed by John Natiw
Mastered by Jim Kissling

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