Nobody Wrote It Down Songtext
von Dom Flemons

Great-great-granddaddy was a runaway slave
A noose around his neck if he′d be found
Great-great-granddaddy rode for Pony Express
But nobody wrote it down

Great-granddaddy was a Buffalo Soldier
In the Platte River, he almost drowned
Took an arrow through his left shoulder
But nobody wrote it down

Nobody wrote it down
In the history books, it can't be found
Nobody wrote it down
Nobody wrote it down

My granddaddy on a cattle drive
Up to Montana from Abilene town
Shot two rustlers to stay alive
But nobody wrote it down


Nobody wrote it down
In the old dime novels, it can′t be found
Nobody wrote it down
Nobody wrote it down

Nobody wrote it down
In the history books, it can't be found
Nobody wrote it down
Nobody wrote it down

Daddy's brother was a railroad porter
The boiler blew and the fire all around
Saved a woman as the fire shot toward her
But nobody wrote it down

Nobody wrote it down
In the movie scripts, it′s seldom found
Nobody wrote it down
Nobody wrote it down

Great-great-granddaddy rode for Pony Express
Great-granddaddy was a Buffalo Soldier
My granddaddy on a cattle drive
Daddy′s brother was a railroad porter

In the history books, it's seldom found
Nobody wrote it down