"Wooden Indian"
(A Folk Song)
I'm an old wooden Indian; alone in my wood.
But I'll drink your Rye-whiskey, I'll do as I should . . .
Like my father before me--and his father, too.
We'd hunt the wild Buffalo, where they used to roam.
'Made 'sad rags' into 'glad rags,' 'painted stories on stone . . .
Like my father before me--and his father, too.
We fought like brave warriors, with feathers in our band.
The Great Chiefs did tell us: "Alone we must stand."
Like my father before me--and his father, too.
I'm an old wooden Indian; alone in my wood.
But I'll drink your Rye-whiskey, I'll do as I should . . .
Like my fathers before me--and their fathers, too.
Like my father before me--and I know it's true.
(c) 1982 & 2004 by Jason Leigh
* From the album, "Directions." Cherry Picker Publishing (BMI)
Words and music
By
Jason 'Greywolf' Leigh
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