To Ride, Shoot Straight And Speak The Truth
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
I'm a lone rider on a trail that never ends.
Just an outsider, don't turn my back on any friends.
But then she got me with that arrow,
And she somehow weaved together my loose ends.
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
With my guns loaded, it's another nasty town.
The fear, I won't show it, it's enough to bring me down.
But in our teepee we're not sleeping,
And there's guns and arrows scattered on the ground, yeah.
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
When I need romance, I do a rain dance.
She starts poppin, the rain droppin'.
And with my big gun I shoot another one.
And on target, ooh, I get
So wrapped up, the peace pipe cookin'.
Warriors come and we just look away.
I'm a lone rider on a trail that never ends.
Just an outsider, don't turn my back on any friends.
But then she got me with that arrow,
And she somehow weaved together my loose ends.
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
With my guns loaded, it's another nasty town.
The fear, I won't show it, it's enough to bring me down.
But in our teepee we're not sleeping,
And there's guns and arrows scattered on the ground, yeah.
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
How are ya, my little Indian angel?
When I need romance, I do a rain dance.
She starts poppin, the rain droppin'.
And with my big gun I shoot another one.
And on target, ooh, I get
So wrapped up, the peace pipe cookin'.
Warriors come and we just look away.
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