Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road There's a dog on a chain on the side of her double wide home When she wears here crooked smile Her eyes will hide behind the dark and fine hair That graces her face of youth Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road There's a camp near her town full of men who are mining for coal When she walks from school to home Grown men will follow Whistle and insult the skin that graces her face of youth Mia woke up at the end of her dirt road Grown men watch from truck on the side of her double wide home So now when she walks from school to home She takes her dog so she is not alone To try and save her grace and youth A body washed up in lake near a dirt road She has bruises around her throat her Her clothes are torn A dog lays on its side, its feet are bound and tied With bullets in each eye The feds called it a suicide They said Mia was depressed She had a sickness in her head They blamed her death on her Instead of them And now the girls in town are scared As one by they disappear And the country blinds its eyes to genocide Mia was nine years old Mia was nine years old Mia was nine years old Mia was nine years old