Text: Joshua James. Cowboys and Indians.

Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink
Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see
Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky
And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry

Well let the indians ride and the cowboys drink
Let 'em drown themselves 'till they cannot see
Let 'em shoot their guns towards the sky
And when their god comes down they'll kneel and cry

They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot the men
It wasn't me my lord that burnt the land
Look at me my lord, well here I stand
The Good Book in hand
It wasn't me it was a brown man

Give the indians love and the cowboys death
Steal all their clothes, their food, take away their breath
Long lasting pain cannot supplement
All the deaths, hate, rape, [impoverishment?]

They'll say it wasn't me my Lord that shot them
And when they hit the dirt, I didn't hear a sound
Please take me my Lord, I should be heaven bound
[I'm white not brown?] x4
I can't stand to hear the sound

Lord burn the church and burn the friar
Don't let the clouds move in, just let the flames grow higher
Lord [???] this earth and [make so much sense?]
But grant the righteous their recompense
It was all of us lord, we're to blame
Since [..... hands?] have been so unashamed

Leave our souls to burn down with the flames
Until we change, we haven't changed
Until we change, we'll never change
So like this we'll remain

Let the cowboys burn the houses
Let them burn them to the earth
Let those cowboys burn in ashes
[Because they've hurt?] x3

It was all of us Lord, we're to blame
Since [..... hands?] have been so unashamed
Leave our souls to burn here in the flames
Until we change, we haven't changed
Until we change, we'll never change
And so like this we'll remain