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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
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This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
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Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
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Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
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I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
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I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
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To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
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And now you ask that I should watch
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The red man's race be slowly crushed
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What kind of words are these to hear
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From Yellow Dog whom white man fears
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I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
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I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
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I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
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