Making a Noise - Robbie Robertson

Everyone has a song

God gave us each a song

That’s how we know who we are

Everyone has a song

We have come, heat the drum

The land trembles with dancing

We have come, bang the drum

The land trembles with dancing

Making a noise in this world

Making a noise in this world

You can bet your ass

I won’t go quietly

Makin’a noise in this world

I don’t want your promise

I don’t want your whiskey

I don’t want your blood on my hands

Only want what belongs to me

I think you thought I was gone

I think you thought I was dead

You won’t admit that you was wrong

Ain’t there some shit that should be said

The Indian dancers stop and stare at him

Like he was bad weather

He keeps dancing

And knocks loose an eagle feather

The drums stop

This is the kind of silence that frightens white men

(No Indians allowed)