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On a hill, it seems to me
A million Indians I can see
And they're shooting little arrows
At the Seventh Cavalry
General Custer was there
But he didn't comprehend
That it wasn't Cupid shooting
Little arrows at his men
Here they come, hear 'em hum like a bee
Little arrows for you and for me
They hum just like hummingbirds
I guess they don't know the words
Little arrows, little arrows, little arrows in the air
In Indian country you'll find little arrows everywhere
General Custer was surrounded
By the Blackfoot and the Sioux
Not to mention the Apaches
And the Cleveland Indians too
On a hill way up there
I saw Big Chief Standing Bear
Now at last he knew why they call
General Custer "Yellow Hair"
Is it real? Is it fake?
Is it phony? Is it pure?
That's a little secret
Only his hairdresser knew for sure
Here they come, hear 'em hum like a bee
Little arrows for you and for me
They hum just like hummingbirds
They still don't know any words
Little arrows, little arrows, little arrows in the air
In Indian country you'll find little arrows everywhere
Though the general fought so bravely
One by one he lost his men
In his heart he knew those little darts
Would get him in the end