There was a Cree and a Sioux and a Navajo an Arapaho and a Hopi hiyo
We were stranded, snowbound, eh-ho I don't know
Sleeping on the floor like the best of friends
Living on tea and odds and ends ah
Were we lucky? Well it all depends
There was Cordell and me and Norman Brown sittin around away from town
And me I'm listening — Hey hey Big Mountain guys
Watch the sunrise in your eyes; taking care of the Elders' pride
Hey hey Mother Earth; Hey hey Father Sky
And me I watched it grow: corporate greed and a lust for gold and
coal and oil and hey now uranium
Keep the Indians under your thumb; pray like hell when your bad times come
Hey rip em up Strip em up Get em with a gun
She was a friend of mine Annie Mae in the snows of the wintertime
We were running cross the fields of Indian land
Ducking bullets from the guns of the pale men Ay hey ay hey ahh
Patriot Woman, hunted in the land
What did you say about uranium?
She come to see me one day I was living in a little place in L.A.
She was running from the feel of the jailor's touch
Singing Heyo ha ya I think I know too much about uranium
Ay ha ay ha yo
And me I watched it grow: corporate greed and a lust for gold
and coal and oil and hey now uranium
Keep the Indians under your thumb; pray like hell when your bad times come
Hey rip em up Strip em up Get em with a gun