Indian brothers' getting burned Original American Turned into second class citizen Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
morning. We were walking along the beach a little like this one. It was that rare kind of autumn day you only find in North America. Over there, they call it Indian
an Indian summer I'm still the same Won't you tell me what to say? You were always good that way Remember singing the whole way home About an Indian
A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young
I love you the best, Better than all the rest, I love you the best, Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer Indian summer
that that was good Girl, you made a promise Said you'd never want me to go Oh no Indian giver, Indian giver You took your love away from me Indian giver, Indian
I'm an Indian Outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Chieftain is
you'd always be there Oh yeah Indian giver Indian giver You took your love away from me Indian giver Indian giver Took back the love you gave to me Indian giver Indian
little indians! Word up.. One little, two little, three little indians! (uh-huh, uh-huh) One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this
there were four Four little Indians All thinking that they gotta be free One little Indian forgot to say his prayers Then there were three Three little Indians
Free up the shackle and chain hail me bredrin Mek them know you no care bout them system Respect you have but no wan be no victim Mek them know you no
unite Let's unite and live in love and intiy Calling out to Jah Calling out to the highest father Calling out to Jah To mek every man come live together Say whether African or whether Indian
Chorus Fe everyday that you get up and you do something right You will get reward in a your life And fe everyday that you get up and you do something
Chorus On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is
Jai Om Numah Shivaya Jai Om Numah Shivaya Well, everybody would you focus your mind Search for the truth and you will find Good spirit and strength from
Chorus Say me a sit down pon a rock just a cool and relax With the blue blue sky and the green green grass Burn fe me herb please do not disturb Ca me
