"Wooden Indian"

        Words & Music by John Denver

I was a red man I was proud I was strong;
You were the white man and you stole away my home
Now I am a wooden Indian painted dreams inside my head
'times the way you bring me down make me wish that I was dead!

I was a red man in my passing made no sound;
You were the white man and you drove me in the ground.
Now I am a wooden Indian standing silent in the rain,
I swear by my grandfather's father we're gonna rise again!


Copyright 1970 by Cherry Lane Music
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From the album "Poems, Prayers and Promises" - John Denver