Eron Falbo - Sacagawea's Son lyrics

You know I'm walking down the street, Just trying to make ends meet. For so long time I've tried to find To finally just realise It's true, I'm the one who's a fool. But I will pick a fight with you In a thousand avenues. So meet me at noon, Beneath the devil's scorching sun. Yes, I am the buffoon, But still you better bring your gun. Sacagawea's Son Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son Sixshooter in my belt With the cards that I was dealt Well I could be bluffing, but there's nothing That could stand in my way 'Cause, I could draw a straight And in a derelict ship I can still enjoy the trip. Like a woman's slip Before corruption by her dress, The master's whip Without his slave would have nothing to suppress. Sacagawea's Son Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son Just do whatever you want, And you can do it with flaunt. Think you can't afford the price, But if only you expand your mind, You'll find that no one really minds. That though the boss don't say, There's more than just one way, For you to pay The price of your well-earned autonomy And that'll be the day! Say all the mice, whose vices need astrology. Sacagawea's Son Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son So meet me at noon Beneath the scorching sun Yes, I am the buffoon But still you better bring your guns. Sacagawea's Son Sacagawea, Sacagawea's Son