Indian Sunset (Live Radio Broadcast / Including Spoken Intro / Remastered 2016)

This is the number which Bennie and I just written

Fresh of the parses, folks

Ah, we read it when we went back after our last visit

And Bennie had been to an Indian reservation

And ah, he'd written a song about the Indians

And we just started this, it's not been recorded

Or anything, ah, it's just about to be bought, ah

But ah, never mind, there's a method in our madness I tell you

It's a cool Indian sunset and it's very long

So if you like to go to the toilet now

You can quite, you are quite welcome

It's my notice here

As I awoke this evening

With the smell of woodsmoke clinging

Like a gentle cobweb hanging

Upon a painted tepee

Oh, I went to see my chieftain

With my warlance and my woman

For he told us that the yellow moon

Would very soon be leaving

Oh, this I can't believe I said

I won't believe our warlord's dead

Oh, he would not leave the chosen ones

To the buzzards and the soldiers' guns

Oh, great father of the Iroquois

Ever since I was young

I've read the writing of the smoke

And breastfed on the sound of drums

I've learned to hurl the tomahawk

And ride a painted pony wild

To run the gauntlet of the Sioux

To make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch

The red man's race be slowly crushed?

What kind of words are these to hear

From Yellow Dog, whom white man fears?

I take only what is mine, Lord

My pony, my squaw, and my child

Oh, I can't stay to see you die

Along with my tribe's pride

I go to search for the yellow moon

And the fathers of our sons

Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold

And the healing waters run

Trampling down the prairie rose

Leaving hoof tracks in the sand

Those who wish to follow me

I welcome with my hands

I heard from passing renegades

Geronimo was dead

He'd been laying down his weapons

When they filled him full of lead