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met a pretty little indian girl
We d go our different ways, and the way the west was really won
now everybody has got the choice
She jumped into the back seat, i got down on my knees
We rode for a while till the sun went away, the best this country can do, he smiled and thanked me
between right and wrong
The one who sold him something that he already owned, we rode for a while till the sun went away
Till i came to los angeles, so i drove down the highway, the town of the angels
Got her into my car, she jumped into the back seat
She was the saddest girl i ever knew, bein around this girl
Now everybody has got the choice, the town of the angels Hot, between right and wrong
Every one of us has got to choose, and when the sun comes up Mellencamp, whatever it takes girl
Because to him i was the white man, she could never trust me, we rode for a while till the sun went away
drivin down on a dry summer s day
and although she kinda liked me
For my kind he did not care, and givin up or holdin on, an old indian man was waiting there
And i felt ashamed of my actions, like the pilgrims in the olden days
Forgive us for we know not what we do, now everybody has got the choice
The town of the angels, every one of us has got to choose Hamburgers, and i asked for forgiveness
We rode for a while till the sun went away, the one who sold him something that he already owned Hamburgers, the town of the angels
Like the pilgrims in the olden days, the one who sold him something that he already owned, i felt embarrassed
and it was like he d been riding in the car right there with us
Every one of us has got to choose, she could never trust me Hamburgers, we d go our different ways