Pocahontas

I would give thousand pelts

Cryin' on the ground
They killed us in our tepee
From the white man to the fields of green
In a long and hurried flight
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
Kitty corner from the bank
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In the homeland we've never seen
To sleep with Pocahontas
They massacred the buffalo
And the night falls on the setting sun

Paddles cut the water
I wish I was a trapper

And find out how she felt
And the good things there for hire

And maybe Marlon Brando

In my little box at the top of the stairs

We'll sit and talk about Hollywood
They might have left some babies
And the homeland we've never seen
And they cut our women down
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Will be there by the fire
Like the Astrodome and the first tepee
The taxis run across my feet

But the fire sticks and the wagons come
In the mornin' on the fields of green