Indian Song - Hoyt Axton

First came the wagons, then came the trains

They drove the Indians off of the plains

Then came the white man with his fences an' sheep

Tore up the ground where the Great Spirit sleeps

My Grandfather Borin was a North Texas man

He was a cowboy: he loved the land

He fathered nine children an' he raised six more

And his Daddy fought in our first civil war

My Grandmother Axton was part Cherokee

She kept it a secret from daddy an' me

For someone had told her in her early childhood

«You better not mention your Indian blood.»

Washington Bureau of Indian Affairs

Yeah, the white man loves money, he didn’t care

About starving people an' dying came slow

Now they have all followed the wild buffalo