White man came across the sea
    He brought us pain and misery
    He killed our tribes killed our creed
    He took our game for his own need

    We fought him hard we fought him well
    Out on the plains we gave him hell
    But many came too much for Cree
    Oh will we ever be set free?

    Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
    Galloping hard on the plains
    Chasing the redskins back to their holes
    Fighting them at their own game
    Murder for freedom the stab in the back
    Women and children are cowards attack

    Run to the hills, run for your lives
    Run to the hills, run for your lives

    Soldier blue in the barren wastes
    Hunting and killing their game
    Raping the women and wasting the men
    The only good Indians are tame
    Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
    Enslaving the young and destroying the old

    Run to the hills, run for your lives
    [repeat to end]

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