An old Sioux man riding on his horse
Riding on his horse til he's dead
An old Sioux man riding on his horse
The end of this land and of man
He's got arrows in his back and his body hurts
The pain makes him wish he's dead
He has to get back home to his squaw and son
To lay in his Buffalo bed.
Misery, of the Indian
Misery, of the Indian
Misery...
The thirst is starting to get to him
As he whipes the sweat from his head
He's got to hold on a little longer
Before he's put to his grave
A few more miles till he gets home
A couple more hours till he's dead
Nothing to drink but his own blood now
But this Indian is not dead.
Misery, of the Indian
Misery, of the Indian
Misery...
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