INDIAN LAND

Who do you think you are telling me what to do?
This is my home, my land, I was here before you.
I'm riding the range, the sun's in my eyes.
Spirits are here, the mountains are high.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet Indian am I.

Ya come to my home in a boat from a far away land.
Steal my horse, kill the women and children of the Cheyenne.
Ya push me around, ya throw me away.
Smoke and the ashes all rise in the pain.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet Indian are game.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet Indian are game.

Home, out on the range.
Ohhh, the chill and the pain.
I'm down on my knees I beg and I pray.
Women and children are all marched away.
Under the sun the chill and the rain.
Blood stained dark and red we march The Trail today.
Blood stained dark and red we march The Trail today.

Humans roam free, the bison's the way of the land.
I've got my own way, we're children of the red man.
Five-hundred Nations are all locked away.
Gone is my land, my home, and my say.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet Indian today.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet Indian today.

Guitar Solo

Ya don't stop even at Wounded Knee.
Women and children they beg and they plea.
Under the sun the chill and the rain.
Blood stained dark and red we march The Trail today.
Blood stained dark and red we march The Trail today.

You are my brother, my neighbor, we're free.
We are all one, just humans are we.
One nation under one common Man.
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet It's Indian Land!
Navajo, Apache, Blackfeet It's Indian Land!

Ya don't stop now, you all look away.
I'm down on my knees I beg and I pray.
Under the sun, the chill and the rain.
Blood stained dark and red - The Indian man!
Blood stained dark and red it's Indian Land!
Blood stained dark and red it's Indian Land!
Blood stained dark and red it's Indian Land!