Lyrics:
of a great huge beast
In a place the indians call Paradice Valley
Well this has always been my sanctuary
I send that to you too
There on the other side
Well I last saw her in the Indian Wells Valley
With the creosote and the jacuzzi sand
But now I've lost my way like some drunken god
Life is just
of a great huge beast
In a place the indians call...Paradise Valley
Well this has always been my sanctuary
I send that to you...too
There on the other side
(Fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little Indian gave her moccasin leather
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all
The fourth little
'round me people
There's a story I would tell
'Bout a brave young Indian
You should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble
'round me people
There's a story I would tell
'Bout a brave young Indian
You should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble
Gather 'round me people,
There's a story I would tell,
'Bout a brave young Indian,
You should remember well.
From the land of the Pima Indian,
A proud
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud
Gather round me people, and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud
to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
Breakfast in cemetery
Boy tasting wild cherry
Touch girl, apple blossom
Just a boy playing possum
We'll come back for Indian summer
We'll come back
Gather 'round me people,
There's a story I would tell,
'Bout a brave young Indian,
You should remember well.
From the land of the Pima Indian,
A proud
Over the mountain Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says there's no doubt about it
It was the myth
Over the mountain Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says there's no doubt about it
It was the myth
We'll raise an Indian family
And I'll be busy night and day
Looking like a flour sack
With two papooses on my back
And three papooses on the way
Like
the Indian summer
Where we'll go walking
Down by the weeping willow tree
Won't you meet me
In the Indian summer
We'll go walking to eternity
It's not
Wind sends her sweetness to me
Too much for me to bear my Indian girl
Gather your things together
And bring your wedding feather
We'll steal away
It should have been so soft, this morning as we left
But the valley was infected, by a different kind of beauty
And the Indians they knew, it was
you tell
(I do believe)
It's just so real
(I really know)
I want to know
(I gotta say)
The Indian queen, pretty as a dream
The Indian queen, my love is
to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
me dear Lord, I pray
(There'll be no sadness no sorrow no trouble I see)
There will be peace in the valley for me
(For me)
Well, the bear will be
As long as the moon shall rise as long as the rivers flow
As long as the sun will shine as long as the grass shall grow
The Senecas are an Indian
There's a story I would tell
About a brave young indian
You should remember well
From the land of the pima indians
A proud and noble band
Who farmed
totem poles
tomahawks
small papoos
which will go to prove
I'm an Indian
too
With my chief in his tipi
we'll raise an Indian family
And I'll be busy night
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