| A reincarnated Indian Chef
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| Wild and lost in the 20th century
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| The ground he once walked with respect is now a concrete hell
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| Now I don’t know much about you guys but it drove him insane
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| And he sang
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| ‘Cos they are my friends
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| Yeah they are my friends
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| We had some things in common you and me
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| We didn’t listen to those big words of politics
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| And ‘tho we drove a line or two we never got it straight
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| Then one sad morning you went back to meet your friends
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| Now I sing
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| ‘Cos they are my friends
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| Yeah they are my friends
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| ‘Cos they are my friends
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| Yeah they are my friends
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| And he spoke with the spirits in the forest at night
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| They told him of their kingdom come
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| Why tear nature down?
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| Why bother to hang around?
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| Why kill you?
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| Why kill me?
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| Why blow this great trip to eternity man?
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| I care
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| I’ll stick to the Indians
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| ‘Cos they are my friends
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| Yeah they are my friends
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| They are they are
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| They are my friends
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| One too many, one short
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| I’m down here and
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| You’re up above |