| Once upon a dusty reservation
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| Somewhere in the land of Sitting Bull
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| Johnny Lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces
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| Locked inside a heaven gone to hell
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| All the dreams were gone but not forgotten
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| Murdered like the holy buffalo
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| But Johnny Lobo knew the rules and grew into a warrior
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| Fighting for his people and his soul
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo
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| Loaded down with lessons that he carried
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| Home from Viet Nam to Wounded Knee
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| Johnny Lobo burned a flag he knew had been dishonored
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| Paid the price for thinking he was free
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| Someone set his house on fire, burned it to the ground
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| With his wife and children locked inside
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| Later when the bitter tears were falling to the ashes
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| Something good in Johnny Lobo died
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo
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| In a darkened corner of a tavern
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| Burning down old memories again
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| Johnny Lobo stares into the smoke and dream of clouds
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| Running like wild horses with the wind
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| Holy Phoenix rising from the ashes
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| Into the circle of the sun
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| Johnny Lobo’s warrior heart was burnished in the embers
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| And the battle’s just begun
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo
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| Oh… Johnny Lobo |