White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back Woman and children, a cowards attack
Run to the hills - run for your lives Run to the hills - run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing's a game
Raping the woman and wasting the man "The only good injins are tame"
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills - run for your lives Run to the hills - run for your lives
Run to the hills - run for your lives Run to the hills - run for your livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
