C'mon man, he was cool ... even Neil Young thought so. <g>
Aurora Borealis, the icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water, in a long and hurried flight
From the white man, to the fields of green
And the homeland, we've never seen
They killed us in our teepees, and they cut our women down
They might have left some babies, cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks, and the wagons come
And the night falls, on the settin' sun
They massacred the buffalo, kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet, and my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box, at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug, and a pipe to share
I wish I was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas, and find out how she felt
In the mornin', on the fields of green
In the homeland, we've never seen
And maybe Marlon Brando, will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood, and the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome, and the first teepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
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