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Hiram remarried and sent Jim on his way again
Traveling to PA reacquainted with a train again
Son you are an Indian I want you to
Show the other races what an Indian can do
These words rang true, these words were the last from his father
Before he went off to Carlisle to play football for Pop Warner
Two months passed when he found out his pops passed
Contracted gangrene in the American outback
A sign of the times was the fact we weren't even really legal citizens
Original man without a home of his own what is this silliness
Nineteen-o-four they were finally coached by fellow Indians
A nine and two record still fired on some Willy nilly ish
Them Carlisle hill billies ain't want 'em to succeed
At least hundreds of native babies at the school became deceased
Jim arrived at sixteen, five foot five, one-fifteen
His slim frame a candidate to also become sickly
Shipped him off to the outing program too small to play ball
Broke sweats for slave wages from white strangers on they farms
Returned to school at age twenty, built strong and people noticed
High jumped a five-nine bar in a work shirt and overalls
Pop Warner caught wind of it and put Jim on the track team right away
Had his best track star get acquainted with Jim to teach him how to play
That man's name was Albert Exendine, Jim moved on to break his records
His first love was still the gridiron so you know he had to make an entrance
Went to practice to kick some grass but Pop didn't want him to touch the ball
Didn't want his new star track athlete getting injured so he had to make the call
Jim fought it so he gave him the pigskin and told the team to go and show him
Jim juked through the defense twice and said ain't nobody gonna tackle ol' Jim
Warner did not want his track star hurt
He kept after him, Warner said 'well
Gonna use you for tackling practice. Ok, run
Down through these guys. Let 'em tackle
You.' So dad goes down through and
Nobody tackled him, and Warner hollers
At him, 'I told you to let 'em tackle you