Moved down to Texas on the frontier plains

Navasota River's where they made their claim

They built their walls, and they worked the land

Had a little girl named Cynthia Ann

Then in '36, in the month of May

Down from Oklahoma, the Comanche came

They killed the men and the women too

There was nothing for a little Texas girl to do

Run

Run

Oh, she didn't get far before they tracked her down

She was one of the unlucky few who couldn't get out

They took her north, took her back to the tribe

Became a daughter, a mother, and the chief's own wife

She shared their tongue, she shared their name

She was fully a Comanche in every way

Then December came, and the Rangers too

There was nothing for a little chief's wife to do

Run

Run

Run

Run

The chief was killed, the whole tribe ran

The Rangers were the saviors of Cynthia Ann

The country cheered its collective song

Reunited with her family after so, so long

But just like before, and now once again

She was like a captive in a foreign land

So, by the dark of night and the light of the moon

She'd make a break for the only real family she knew

Run

Run

Run

Run

Run