Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Hey mother come look and see

What the master done brought to me

It's alcohol, tobacco and guns

Alcohol, tobacco and guns

Now I have seen the eagle soaring beautiful and free

I don't want no man to make less of me

Do you take me for a fool or as a little child

And do you really wonder what's made me wild

Hey paleface you better run

Because my men been havin' lots of fun

On your alcohol, tobacco, and guns

Alcohol, tobacco and guns

I have waited patiently for you to pay your rent

But as yet I haven't seen that first red cent

I don't think that there's much chance of me evicting you

But watch out for the day that you get Sioux'd

A hundred years have seen the setting sun

But his sad country still is run

On his alcohol, tobacco, and guns

Alcohol, tobacco, and guns

A hundred years have seen the setting sun

But his sad country still is run

On his alcohol, tobacco, and guns

Alcohol, tobacco, and guns

Now you try to trick me

And lock me up in jail

Where would a stupid savage

Find the bondsman or the bail

I turn to run for I am scared

I want so to be free

I feel the ice-cold bayonet

As it sinks deep inside of me

But someday Great White Father you'll remember me

Sioux warriors teach your children

The white man's evil tongue

Make them know the name of Crazy Horse

And the battles he has won

So they will know the truth

When it's knowledge that they crave