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My shadow left my mind and went a walkin' 'round and found a nickel on the ground |
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And the buffalo upon one side he got up and walked away |
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And the indian upon the other side gave out a sigh and said thats better now |
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Without the buffalo |
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Without the buffalo x 2 |
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Without the buffalo im just and indian |
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I'm free and clear |
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The indian went walkin' 'round and sat upon the Hill to watch the sun go down |
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But he couldnt find his people, he got up and walked away |
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And he sat beside the fire, and gave out a sigh We're all forgotten now |
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Where is my tomahawk |
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My days are gone |
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Where is my tent |
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Where is my planting ground |
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Where is my land |
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This reservation's wrong |
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Whose this white man |
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My people never smile |
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Where is my brother |
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My children ignorant |
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Where is my squaw |
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Where's my buffalo |
