Trina wears her wampum beads
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She fills her drawing book with line
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Sewing lace on widows' weeds
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And filigree on leaf and vine
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Vine and leaf are filigree
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And her coat's a secondhand one
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Trimmed with antique luxury
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She is a lady of the canyon
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Annie sits you down to eat
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She always makes you welcome in
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Cats and babies 'round her feet
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And all are fat and none are thin
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None are thin and all are fat
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She may bake some brownies today
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Saying, you are welcome back
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She is another canyon lady
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Estrella circus girl
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Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
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Songs like tiny hammers hurled
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At beveled mirrors in empty halls
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Empty halls and beveled mirrors
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Sailing seas and climbing banyans
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Come out for a visit here
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To be a lady of the canyon
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Trina takes her paints and her threads
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And she weaves a pattern all her own
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Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
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And she gathers flowers for her home
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For her home she gathers flowers
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And Estrella, dear companion
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Colors up the sunshine hours
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Pouring music down the canyon-
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Coloring the sunshine hours
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They are the ladies of the canyon
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Ladies Of The Canyon
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| Joni Mitchell |
