Well, the good times scratched a laugh From the lungs of the young men In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breath Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey Free Who lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley Oh and some tell the story of California Joe Who sent word through the Black Hills 'There was a mountain of gold' And the gold she lay cold in their pockets And the sun she sets down on the trees And they thank the Lord for the land that they live in Where the white man does as he pleases Some flat shoed fool from the East comes a runnin' With some news that he'd read in some St. Joseph paper And it was "Drinks all around" 'cause the news he was tellin' Was the one they called Crazy Had been caught and been dealt with And the Easterner he read the news from the paper And the old ones gathered closer so's they could hear better "And it says here that Crazy Horse was killed While he was trying to escape And it was some time last September and it don't give the exact date" And the gold she lay cold in their pockets And the sun she sets down on the trees And they thank the Lord for the land that they live in Where the white man does as he pleases Where the white man does as he pleases Then the talk turned back to whiskey and women And cold nights on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those Indians And the Easterner he says he'll have one more 'fore he goes He gives the paper to the Crow boy Who sweeps up the floor And the gold still lay cold in their pockets And the sun still sets down on their trees And they thank the Lord for the land that they live in Where the white man does as he pleases Where the white man does as he pleases Where the white man does as he pleases As he wants to, as he pleases © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; BLUE RUBY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com