Текст песни Indian Sunset - Warren Haynes
As
I
awoke
this
evening
with
the
smell
of
wood
smoke
clinging
Like
a
gentle
cobweb
hanging
upon
a
painted
teepee
Oh
I
went
to
see
my
chieftain
with
my
warlance
and
my
woman
For
he
told
us
that
the
yellow
moon
would
very
soon
be
leaving
This
I
can't
believe
I
said,
I
can't
believe
our
warlord's
dead
Oh
he
would
not
leave
the
chosen
ones
to
the
buzzards
and
the
soldiers
guns
Oh
great
father
of
the
Iroquois
ever
since
I
was
young
I've
read
the
writing
of
the
smoke
and
breast
fed
on
the
sound
of
drums
I've
learned
to
hurl
the
tomahawk
and
ride
a
painted
pony
wild
To
run
the
gauntlet
of
the
Sioux,
to
make
a
chieftain's
daughter
mine
And
now
you
ask
that
I
should
watch
The
red
man's
race
be
slowly
crushed
What
kind
of
words
are
these
to
hear
From
Yellow
Dog
whom
white
man
fears
I
take
only
what
is
mine
Lord,
my
pony,
my
squaw,
and
my
child
I
can't
stay
to
see
you
die
along
with
my
tribe's
pride
I
go
to
search
for
the
yellow
moon
and
the
fathers
of
our
sons
Where
the
red
sun
sinks
in
the
hills
of
gold
and
the
healing
waters
run
Trampling
down
the
prairie
rose
leaving
hoof
tracks
in
the
sand
Those
who
wish
to
follow
me
I
welcome
with
my
hands
I
heard
from
passing
renegades
Geronimo
was
dead
He'd
been
laying
down
his
weapons
when
they
filled
him
full
of
lead
Now
there
seems
no
reason
why
I
should
carry
on
In
this
land
that
once
was
my
land
I
can't
find
a
home
It's
lonely
and
it's
quiet
and
the
horse
soldiers
are
coming
And
I
think
it's
time
I
strung
my
bow
and
ceased
my
senseless
running
For
soon
I'll
find
the
yellow
moon
along
with
my
loved
ones
Where
the
buffaloes
graze
in
clover
fields
without
the
sound
of
guns
And
the
red
sun
sinks
at
last
into
the
hills
of
gold
And
peace
to
this
young
warrior
comes
with
a
bullet
hole
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