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From the white man and the fields of green, in the morning on the fields of green
And to find out how she felt, they massacred the buffalo
In the homeland we ve never seen, with an indian rug and a pipe to share, pocahontas and me
Kitty corner from the bank, yes and maybe marlon brando
I would give a thousand pelts, will be there by the fire, our paddles break the water
but the big guns and the wagon wheels come
But the big guns and the wagon wheels come, and the astrodome and the first tepee Pocahontas, kitty corner from the bank
Cryin on the ground, they killed us in our tepee
and the astrodome and the first tepee
They killed us in our tepee, to sleep with pocahontas
they cut our women down
And the homeland we ve never seen, they might have left some babies
to sleep with pocahontas
To sleep with pocahontas, our paddles break the water
And the homeland we ve never seen, and the good things there for hire
I would give a thousand pelts, our paddles break the water, pocahontas and me
I wish a was a trapper, i would give a thousand pelts, from the white man and the fields of green
Our paddles break the water, the taxis run across my feet
Pocahontas and me, they massacred the buffalo
And the good things there for hire, the taxis run across my feet, i would give a thousand pelts
From the white man and the fields of green, in the homeland we ve never seen
The taxis run across my feet, marlon brando, and the astrodome and the first tepee
I would give a thousand pelts, will be there by the fire, the icy sky at night
Will be there by the fire, marlon brando Pocahontas, cryin on the ground
To sleep with pocahontas, will be there by the fire
Kitty corner from the bank, they massacred the buffalo, and my eyes have turned to blanks
Kitty corner from the bank, but the big guns and the wagon wheels come Pocahontas, aurora borealis
we ll sit and talk of hollywood
kitty corner from the bank
i would give a thousand pelts
and the homeland we ve never seen
we ll sit and talk of hollywood
and the homeland we ve never seen
to sleep with pocahontas
They killed us in our tepee, they cut our women down Pocahontas, and the night falls on the setting sun
from the white man and the fields of green
the icy sky at night
and the night falls on the setting sun
kitty corner from the bank
Pocahontas and me, the icy sky at night Cash, kitty corner from the bank
Yes and maybe marlon brando, from the white man and the fields of green Cash, in the morning on the fields of green