| A long, long time ago there lived an indian boy,
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| When he came upon this earth he brought his family joy.
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| A paranoid young brave was he, inside his frame was some misery,
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| He heard the other warriors talking angrily 'bout the white man taking over his
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| country.
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| Chorus
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| What he didn’t know, is that some day his ma would be crying.
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| What he didn’t know, is that some day his tribe would be dying.
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| What he didn’t know, is that some day his father’d be gone.
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| What he didn’t know, is that some day he’d be all alone.
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| None of the stories in the schoolbooks said it, the truth is gone and they’re
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| tryin' to forget it.
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| The history books are all one-sided, the truth is gone and their trying to hide
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| it.
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| Who had the land 'till we came around? |
| the indian made his life from the ground.
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| And what about the boy that this story’s about? |
| where his tee-pee once stood
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| there now is a town.
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| Chorus
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| He was the loneliest rider on the plain.
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| He was the loneliest rider on the plain.
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| He was the loneliest rider on the plain. |