run th the hills
white man came across the sea
brought us pain and misery
killed our tribes killed our creed
took our game for his own need
we fought him hard we fought him well
out on the plains we gave him hell
but many came too much for cree
oh will we ever be set free?
riding trought dustclouds and barren wastes
galloping hard on the plains
chasing the redskins back to their holes
fighting them at their own game
muder for freedom the stab in the back
women and children and cowards attack
run th the hills run for your lives
run th the hills run for your lives
soldier blue in the barren wastes
hunting and killing their game
raping the women and wasting the men
the only good lndians are tame
selling them whiskey and taking their gold
enslaving the young and destroying the old
run th the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)