Misc Traditional – Sioux Indians (Guitar)

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I'll sing you a song, though it may be a sad one

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Of trials and troubles and where first begun

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I left my dear fam’ly, my friends and my home

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To cross the wide mountains and deserts to roam

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I crossed the Missouri and joined a wagon train

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Which bore us over mountains, through valley and plain

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And often come evening a-huntin' we'd go

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To shoot the fleet antelope and wild buffalo

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We heard of Sioux Indians all out on the plains

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A-killing poor drivers and burning their trains

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A-killing poor drivers with arrows and bows

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When captured by Indians no mercy they’d show

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We traveled three weeks till we came to the Platte

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A-pitching our tents at the head of the flat

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We spread down our blankets on the green grassy ground

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While our horses and oxen were grazing around

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While taking refreshment, we heard a loud yell

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Twas the whoop of Sioux Indians coming up from the dell

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We sprang to our rifles with a flash in each eye

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And says our brave leader, "We'll fight till we die"

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In our small band there were just twenty-four

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And the Sioux they were numbered five-hundred or more

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We fought them with courage, we spoke not a word

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The noise of the battle was all that we heard

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They made a bold dash and come near to our train

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Their arrows and bullets like a fierce driving rain

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But with our long rifles we fed them cold lead

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Till many a brave warrior around us lay dead

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We shot their bold chief at the head of the band

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He died like a warrior with his rifle in hand

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When they saw their brave chief laying dead in his gore

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They whooped and they yelled and we saw them no more

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We hooked up our horses and started our train

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Three more bloody battles this trip on the plains

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And in our last battle three of our brave boys they fell

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And we left them to rest in a green shady dell

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We traveled by day, guarded camp during night

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Till Oregons mountains looked high in their might

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Now at Pocahontas beside a clear stream

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Our journey is ended in the land of our dreams