I went down to reservation town

I saw my friend, he was drinking

Bloodshot eyes, the kind I recognize

I said, You gotta quit cause you're sinking down

He got in my face, said, "man you're outta place"

"You look like some kind of apple"

But I could tell he was on the edge of hell

And he could never get higher



I am my father's son

I am my daughter's father

Get red blood and white blood

And they run together

I was thrown in the mix

Take the good with the bad

And I am just another Crab

In the bucket



She grew up on Blackfeet ways

My mother living on nothing

Left up home, South Dakota all alone

Cause poverty got her thinking hard

I don't want my kids to live like we did

And maybe they'll have a future

She sacrificed the way she lived her life

Helped me become what I am



I am my father's son

I am my daughter's father

Get red blood and white blood

And they run together

I was thrown in the mix

Take the good with the bad

And I am just another Crab

In the bucket



(Musical Break)



I am my father's son

I am my daughter's father

Get red blood and white blood

And they run together

I was thrown in the mix

Take the good with the bad

And I am just another Crab

In the bucket



In the bucket

Just another Crab

In the bucket