A long, long time ago there lived an Indian boy
When he came upon this earth, he brought his family joy
A paranoid young brave was he, inside his brain was some misery
He heard the other boys talking angrily
About the White man taking over his country
But what he didn't know
Was that someday his ma would be crying
What he didn't know
Was that someday the tribe would be dying
What he didn't know
Was that someday his father'd be gone
What he didn't know
Was that someday he'd be all alone
What he didn't know is that someday he'd be all alone
None of the stories in the schoolbooks said it
The truth is gone and they're trying to forget it
The history books story they're all one-sided
The truth is gone and they're trying to hide it
Who had the lands that we came around?
The Indian made his life from the ground
And what about the boy that this story's around?
Well, his teepee once stood but now it was a town
But what he didn't know
Was that someday his ma would be crying
What he didn't know
Was that someday the tribe would be dying
What he didn't know
Was that someday his father'd be gone
What he didn't know
Was that someday he'd be all alone
He was the loneliest rider, on the plain
He was the loneliest rider, on the plain
He was the loneliest rider, on the plain
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