John West - Run to the Hills lyrics

White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He k**led our tribes, k**ed our cree He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out of the plains we gave him hell But many came to 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 and 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 k**ing their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good indians are tamed Selling them wiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives