Aye, ha aye
Ha, yo ho

There was a Cree and a Sioux and a Navajo
An Arapaho and a Hopi hiyo
We were stranded, snowbound, ehho 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
Aye hey aye, hey aah

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 jailer's touch
Singing, heyo ha ya
I think I know too much about uranium

Aye ha aye, 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

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Writer(s): Buffy Sainte-Marie