LRC歌词
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[ti:So You Want To Be An Indian]
[ar:Marty Stuart]
[al:Badlands - Ballads Of The Lako]
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[00:32.793]So you want to be an Indian an original American
[00:40.227]Ride a horse wild and free put war paint on your skin
[00:46.791]You think my life's a story like a movie on TV
[00:53.793]But if you want a taste of Hell on earth
[00:57.044]Come hang around with me
[01:01.105]So you want to be an Indian out where the buffalo roam
[01:08.355]A peaceful place on planet earth that you can call your home
[01:14.995]Where streams of crystal waters once flowed with red man's pride
[01:22.060]But they've disappeared like forgotten dreams
[01:25.182]That have gone away and died
[01:51.934]So you want to be an Indian living on the land
[01:58.932]That was stolen from our grandpa by dear old Uncle Sam
[02:05.434]Who sent soldier after soldier to tell us what was right
[02:12.809]But politicians nor their armies can turn an Indian white
[02:33.937]So you want to be an Indian can you say"poverty"
[02:40.811]If the great white hope in Washington would send what belongs to me
[02:47.431]I'd have blankets in the winter
[02:50.497]I wouldn't have to be so cold
[02:54.874]And have something to eat besides government cheese
[02:57.936]To feed my hungry soul
[03:01.810]So you want to be an Indian a noble honored chief
[03:09.308]And try to walk a holy road in dignity and peace
[03:15.748]Hold the vision of America in the palm of your hand
[03:23.434]And watch the free world pass you by
[03:25.812]And not give one single damn
文本歌词
So you want to be an Indian an original American
Ride a horse wild and free put war paint on your skin
You think my life's a story like a movie on TV
But if you want a taste of Hell on earth
Come hang around with me
So you want to be an Indian out where the buffalo roam
A peaceful place on planet earth that you can call your home
Where streams of crystal waters once flowed with red man's pride
But they've disappeared like forgotten dreams
That have gone away and died
So you want to be an Indian living on the land
That was stolen from our grandpa by dear old Uncle Sam
Who sent soldier after soldier to tell us what was right
But politicians nor their armies can turn an Indian white
So you want to be an Indian can you say"poverty"
If the great white hope in Washington would send what belongs to me
I'd have blankets in the winter
I wouldn't have to be so cold
And have something to eat besides government cheese
To feed my hungry soul
So you want to be an Indian a noble honored chief
And try to walk a holy road in dignity and peace
Hold the vision of America in the palm of your hand
And watch the free world pass you by
And not give one single damn