In the land they call the west 

On the prairie's virgin crest 

Lived a great man and his braves 

And he led them to their graves

Big chief plays with baby son 

The work of the Indian today is done 

Life is easy, life is grand 

'Til there is white man, gun in hand



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Oh oh oh



Started out when settlers came 

And built their homes on the Indian range 

Big Chief Woolly Bosher liked it none 

Traded with a bad man for a gun



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Big chief looks out at his great land 

Locomotive on the prairie stands 

Life that leak from the city in the east 

Let us destroy that iron beast



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Big chief rides on the trail tonight 

Tread the land for which he must fight 

In their fight for love and glory 

Some Indians were saved 

They lived to tell the story 

And Woolly Bosher prays



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Big chief rides on the trail tonight 

Soldier boys marching in the morning light 

Bring the guns, bring the bows 

Let's blow them into heaven let's see if God knows



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One hundred men must have to die 

When a thousand soldiers look you in the eye 

Big chief sees his men fall round 

The soldiers kill and the bugle sounds



In their fight for love and glory 

No Indians were saved 

And Big Chief Woolly Bosher 

Had written on his grave 

He has done no wrong 

Except being bold



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