Drivin' down on a dry summer's day Old Route 66 and I was just a kid Met a pretty little Indian girl along the way Got her into my car and tried to give her a kiss I'll give you beads and wampum, whatever it takes, girl to make you trade She jumped into the back seat, she kind of flipped her lid She said, "You're tryin' to get something for nothing Like the pilgrims in the olden days" We rode for a while till the sun went away And I realized it was sort of an honor bein' around this girl I felt embarrassed of what I tried to do earlier that day She was the saddest girl I ever knew She told me stories about the Indian nation How the white man stole their lives away And although she kinda liked me, she could never trust me And when the sun comes up, we'd go our different ways Now everybody has got the choice Between hot-dogs and hamburgers Everyone of us, got to choose Between right and wrong and givin' up or holdin' on, yeah So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in Texas An old Indian man was waiting there He smiled and thanked me but he saw right through me I could tell he didn't like me, for my kind he did not care Because to him I was the white man The one who sold him something that he already owned And it was like he'd been riding in the car right there with us And I felt ashamed of my actions and the way the west was really won Drove down the highway till I came to Los Angeles The town of the angels, the best this country can do Got down on my knees and I asked for forgiveness I said, "Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do" Everybody has got the choice Between hot-dogs and hamburgers Every one of us has got to choose Between right and wrong and givin' up or holdin' on © MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com