Once upon a dusty reservation Somewhere in the land of Sitting Bull Johnny Lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces Locked inside a heaven gone to hell All the dreams were gone but not forgotten Murdered like the holy buffalo But Johnny Lobo knew the rules and grew into a warrior Fighting for his people and his soul
Oh...... Johnny Lobo Oh...... Johnny Lobo
Loaded down with lessons that he carried Home from Viet Nam to Wounded Knee Johnny Lobo burned a flag he knew had been dishonored Paid the price for thinking he was free Someone set his house on fire, burned it to the ground With his wife and children locked inside Later when the bitter tears were falling to the ashes Something good in Johnny Lobo died
Oh...... Johnny Lobo Oh...... Johnny Lobo
In a darkened corner of a tavern Burning down old memories again Johnny Lobo stares into the smoke and dream of clouds Running like wild horses with the wind Holy Phoenix rising from the ashes Into the circle of the sun Johnny Lobo's warrior heart was burnished in the embers And the battle's just begun
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