There was a Cree and a Sioux and a Navajo an Arapaho and a Hopi hiyo We were stranded, snowbound eh–ho I don't know Sleeping on the floor like the best of friends Living on tea and odds and ends ah Were we lucky? Well it all depends
There was Cordell and me and Norman Brown sittin around away from town And me I'm listening — Hey hey Big Mountain guys Watch the sunrise in your eyes taking care of the Elders' pride Hey hey Mother Earth; Hey hey Father Sky
And me I watched it grow: corporate greed and a lust for gold and coal and oil and hey now uranium Keep the Indians under your thumb pray like hell when your bad times come Hey rip em up Strip em up Get em with a gun
She was a friend of mine Annie Mae in the snows of the wintertime We were running cross the fields of Indian land Ducking bullets from the guns of the pale men Ay hey ay hey ahh
Patriot Woman, hunted in the land What did you say about uranium?
She come to see me one day I was living in a little place in L. A She was running from the feel of the jailor's touch Singing Heyo ha ya I think I know too much about uranium
Ay ha ay ha yo
And me I watched it grow corporate greed and a lust for gold and coal and oil and hey now uranium Keep the Indians under your thumb pray like hell when your bad times come Hey rip em up Strip em up Get em with a gun