Run To The Hills

White man came across the sea. He brought us pain and misery. He killed our tribes. He killed our creed. He took our game for his own need.

We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains

We gave him hell, but many came, too much for three

Oh, will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains

Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game

Murder for freedom, the stab in the back

Women and children are cowards attack

Run to the hills

Run for your lives

Run to the hills

Run for your lives

Sold to blue in the barren wastes

Hunting and killings again

Raping the women and wasting the men

The only good Indians are tame

Selling the whiskey and taking their gold

And saving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills

Run for your lives

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