THE INDIAN CRIES - Written by Carroll Bryant
Dead into the night the coyote whines
His voice penetrates to the moon that shines so bright
Deep inside the mountain the warriors wear the paint
Sorrow and depression is written on their face
Another Western story, one they understand
When white men rules the valley after taking all their land
The women and the children try to hide their fear
So much for the summer, winter time is here
Chief of the Apache
Life for the Apache
The Indian cries
They ride into the morning screaming like some fools
Their weapons drawn and ready as there's nothing else to do
They didn't want to do it, they tried to look away
But pale face issued war and they wouldn't let them stay
Chief of the Apache
Life for the Apache
The Indian cries
And the blood pours out to the ground like water from a Spring
Standing to fight for their rights but what good did it bring?
And the battle that was fought wasn't good enough to win
Sign another treaty and then here we go again and again and again
Dead into the night the coyote whines
His voice penetrates to the moon that shines so bright
Deep inside the mountain the warriors wear the paint
Sorrow and depression is written on their face
Chief of the Apache
Life for the Apache
The Indian cries
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