Indianer wie du und ich Die sind stark und furchten nichts Wir sind mutig, wir sind schlau Wie die Indianer, howgh Auf dem Kriegspfad, im Wigwam Indianer
Komm, hol das Lasso raus, wir spielen Cowboy und Indianer. Wir reiten um die Wette, ohne Rast und ohne Ziel. Hast du mich umzingelt, werd? ich mich ergeben
Wo sind all die Indianer hin wann verlor das gro?e Ziel den Sinn Dieses alte Bild aus der Kinderzeit zeigt alle Bruder vom Stamm der Gerechtigkeit
: Komm, hol das Lasso raus, wir spielen Cowboy und Indianer. Wir reiten um die Wette, ohne Rast und ohne Ziel. Hast du mich umzingelt, werd? ich mich
und ich tat immer nur, was mir gefiel. Und ich dachte, es bleibt ewig so scha¶n auf dieser Welt. Und ich dachte, ich bleib ewig Indianer, Indianer Ich
a tough road but you start slow And before you know it you're not alone Looking for a place called home anywhere Oh Indiana She tended bar in New York City Indiana
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slavery then crime was the
that that was good Girl, you made a promise Said you'd never want me to go Oh no Indian giver, Indian giver You took your love away from me Indian giver, Indian
I'm an Indian Outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Chieftain is
INTRO BY PAPOOSE: You wanna go to war? lets get it then, If war bring peace im wit it then, I don't start beef, I finish it, Ghetto soldiers, we militent
you'd always be there Oh yeah Indian giver Indian giver You took your love away from me Indian giver Indian giver Took back the love you gave to me Indian giver Indian
So make it real Just make it real That's not a reason to fire me That ain't no real reason It's funny things cheapen when we disagree If things got any
little indians! Word up.. One little, two little, three little indians! (uh-huh, uh-huh) One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this
there were four Four little Indians All thinking that they gotta be free One little Indian forgot to say his prayers Then there were three Three little Indians
Free up the shackle and chain hail me bredrin Mek them know you no care bout them system Respect you have but no wan be no victim Mek them know you no