Well, the white man came, and killed off the Buffalo

The Sioux and the Cheyenne, felt the pain

The Suni and the Blackfoot, Shoshone and the Navaho

Dwellers in the pueblos, and in tee-pees on the plains.



I wanna fly where the Eagle has been

Like a native American, native American.



Now the Medicine man seeks a vision from the rain and sun

The ghost of Geromino, lives on through the years

Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull showed Custer who was number one

While the Cherokee nation, cried a trail of tears.



I wanna die on sacred land

Like a native American, native American.



Now the red man walks in the Paleface moccasins

The Great Spirit weeps for the days of old

The last Mohican calls his brothers together again

The Crow and the Iroquois and the Seminole.



I wanna ride, ride like the wind, Like a native american.

I wanna dance with the Wolf my friend, Like a native american.

I wanna fly where the Eagle has been, Like a native american.

I wanna die on sacred land, Like a native american.