(J P Richardson) On the banks of the river Stood Runnin' Bear, young Indian brave On the other side of the river Stood his lovely Indian maid Little
medicine would come in a leaf And I never knew that life could be so brief And I never knew that I would get no relief I never knew so many indians that
the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather 'round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should
Oh, Pappy left a chair like he's still sittin' there Once I almost saw him make his move Brave Indian who never changes his mood In a painting on the
land that I live in has God on its side Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well The cavalries charged, the Indians fell The cavalries charged, the Indians
s wrong with your automobile? Warden, warden listen to me Be brave and set Geronimo free Governor, governor, isn't it strange You never see your car on the Indian
Every November we're told to remember How Indians and Pilgrims ate turkeys and pumpkins And thanked God for giving their new way or living So every
wanna go Everybody seem to be inviting me To a war party me no wanna go Heard about the last one so thanks but-no thank you, you You killed off all the Indians
and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed, the've canged In the land of the free and the home of the brave The cowboys
[Bridge 1:] Heading for a new world We are conquerors And we're looking for new shores [Chorus:] Ridin' on the waves of tide Sailing to the future Dragonhearts are brave
Gather 'round me people A story I will tell About a brave young Indian lad You should remember well From a tribe of Pima Indians A proud and peaceful
But Billy bad on the draw, cowboy ninja dread Retreat to the bush where the Indians live To survive off the land, recuperating Yo, walk the warpath like a brave
There once was an Indian brave by the name of yellow hand He fell in love with a maiden know as white sands They vowed their love would last forever more
Come young braves, come young children Come to the book of love with me Respect your brothers and your sisters Come to the book of love I know it ain'
thinking that Chi's cool I fucked the teacher, it's tragic: a nun The school it was catholic Keeping these women spending money on me Sticking Indian
On a trading path, through the Carolinas Used by Indians who braved the wind and rain They settled down beside the raging waters And they worked the land
on election night? Is it how can I protect my life Protect my wife, protect my rights? Every other president was nothin' less than white Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian
