, Tom Mix Yahoo! Here they come Chasin' all the Indians away Shoot 'em down, round 'em up Yahoo! For the cowboys But what about the Indians Those brave native Indians
: Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky And when their
want to meet the chiefs. Yea, I want to meet all scouts. I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be, we're all part of the Indian family.
: Gypsies and Indians Gypsies and Indians God cut us from the same tree Gypsies and Indians Gypsies and Indians No place to go no place to be No place
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
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
again] And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an Indian tribe
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
indians cry And the eagles die Cause the winds of change blow again Then I know that you Turn the world into blue And my tears will fall like the rain When the indians
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
rather be an Indian Me and my friend Super me, winning battles Then I got a sense of history Looking back, it's no surprise to find Lots of people kept on playing cowboys Killing Indians
This is it, this is I'm pushed against the wall With my eyes closed And a weight under my feet I'll find my way back, with or without you It's all in
' We're dissin' them On reservations and yeah A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians
little Indian boys The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar Well, the third little Indian
way, that's the way That's the way hey, hey in the USA There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range But the cowboys and indians have changed
the peace pipe burnin' low You criticize each little thing I do But listen, baby, I've got news for you There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians
