| The blood of this family, it mingles
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| With the clay in the sinking riverbed
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| I tie the boy down and tear his mother’s gown
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| But it’s OK, she’s already dead
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| I’ll sell the boy and the horses to the snake you cannot see
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| I cut open the white man and take from his woman too
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| If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed
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| And bleed and bleed and bleed, it’s true
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| Murder, it’s murder
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| Empty plains echo with empty screams
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| There’s a wagon on the highland
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| Father and his girl, both are heading south
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| I tie the boy and the horses
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| Then I use the skills of the wolf
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| I don’t use a bullet
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| I get close enough that I can use my knife
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| My knife!
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| I cut open the white man and take from his woman too
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| If it were up to me, all the white faces would bleed
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| Red’s a better color, it’s true
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| Let the blood out, let it flow
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| Cut the blood out, let it flow
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| Kill the blood out, let it flow
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| Like a river
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| Let it flow, like a river
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| Let it flow, like a river
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| Let it flow, like a river into the sea |