Where the Truckee River flows toward Reno way,
We wondered at the things young Davis did.
In the spring when he was just sixteen years old,
The summer passed and winter came along.
In the middle of the winter and the snow
He stood inside their lonely cabin door.
Sam and Bess still build that fire to keep them warm,
Back in the 1960's while living in Santa Barbara I read that Steve Gillette and Tom Campbell had written Darcy Farrow for an ethnomusicology class while at UCLA. As with many legends, that turns out not to be true. (Here's a link to the real story about Darcy Farrow.) However, at the time I didn't know the truth, and I got an urge to write something that might pass for an old folk ballad. Davis Brown is the result of that urge. I think the song comes fully to life with Shaidri's rendition.
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