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She'll Never Be Mine
This song kind of sums up all these things that happened in the West
after the Civil War. It's a boomer's song about silver mining, about farming,
about cattle ranching, with the recurring refrain, "I guess she'll
never be mine," but with the final statement, "I've won all
her treasures so simple and fine, and I know some day she'll be mine."
That's what union organizing, or any kind of organizing, is supposed to
be for: to help working people, no matter what their trades, to reach
out toward each other, to sit down together and define their problems,
define their solutions, and then to get to work on it and begin to get
back some of the wealth they have created over the years.
This is a love song. It's my love song for the country I come from. I've
tried to include in it a lot of the ways I know other people feel about
it too.
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My love's a cantina where I drink with my friends;
I've called her Dolores and sometimes Cheyenne;
I followed her begging all over the West;
My love is a headlight on the midnight express.
My love is Montana and the high Douglas fir,
Many long summers I've labored for her.
My love is the wind-rows of dry Autumn corn
That grew on the land where my children were born.
My love is the life that a boomer will lead,
You have bought her with lies and chained her with greed;
My love is a dreamer, I follow the dream;
You say she's a beggar, I say she's a queen.
Final chorus:
Someday she'll be mine,
Someday she'll be mine,
I've won all her treasures so simple and fine,
I know someday she'll be mine.
Copyright ©1973, 2000 Bruce Phillips
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