One 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
And when it came to much was clear
How will we ever be free?
Running through deserts and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Red of the 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
Stars are blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing's a game
Raping the women, wasting the land
The only good Injun's a tame
Stealing the whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young, destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
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