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White man came across the sea |
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He brought us pain and misery |
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He killed our tribes, he killed our creed |
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He took our game for his own need |
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We fought him hard we fought him well |
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Out on the plains we gave him hell |
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But many came too much for Cree |
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Oh will we ever be set free? |
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Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes |
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Galloping hard on the plains |
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Chasing the redskins back to their holes |
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Fighting them at their own game |
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Murder for freedom, a stab in the back |
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Women and children and cowards attack |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Soldier blue in the barren wastes |
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Hunting and killing their game |
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Raping the women and wasting the men |
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The only good Indians are tame |
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Selling them whiskey and taking their gold |
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Enslaving the young and destroying the old |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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Run to the hills, run for your lives |
