{Son, don't go near the Indians

Please stay away

Son, don't go near the Indians

Please do what I say}



Since I was just a little boy

I liked to roam the hills

And to hear wild stories about the Indians

Was my biggest thrill



I'd shout and yell and holler like heck

I wore moccasins on my feet

And I'd make believe I was under a teepee

Every time I went to sleep



My hair was jet black and I was twenty-one

Lots of pretty girls around

But the paleface maidens didn't thrill me none

Around my Cochise County hometown



{Son, don't go near the Indians

Please stay away

Son, don't go near the Indians

Please do what I say}



One day I went to the reservation

And there by a shallow creek

Was a beautiful Indian a-fetchin' water

And I just had to speak



She smiled at me then quickly left

But the next day she returned

And it wasn't very long till I told her how

The love in my heart burned



{Son, don't go near the Indians

Please stay away

Son, don't go near the Indians

Please do what I say}



I told my daddy I'd found a girl

Who meant the world to me

And tomorrow I'd ask the Indian chief

For the hand of NovaLee



Dad's trembling lips spoke softly

As he told me of my life

Twas then he said I could never take

This maiden for my wife



SPOKEN:

Son, the white man and Indianss were fighting when you were born

And a brave called Yellow Sun scalped my little boy

So I stole you to get even for what he'd done

Though you're a full-blooded Indian, son

I love you as much as my own little feller that's dead

And, son, NovaLee is your sister

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