A long, long time ago there lived an Indian boy,
When he came upon this Earth he brought his family
joy.
A paranoid young brave was he, inside his frame was
some misery,
He heard the other warriors talking angrily 'bout the
white man taking over his country.
CHORUS
What he didn't know, is that some day his ma would be
crying.
What he didn't know, is that some day his tribe would be
dying.
What he didn't know, is that some day his father'd be
gone.
What he didn't know, is that some day he'd be all
alone.
None of the stories in the schoolbooks said it, the
truth is gone and they're tryin' to forget it.
The history books are all one-sided, the truth is
gone and their trying to hide it.
Who had the land 'till we came around? The Indian
made his life from the ground.
And what about the boy that this story's about? Where
his tee-pee once stood there now is a town.
CHORUS
He was the loneliest rider on the plain.
He was the loneliest rider on the plain.
He was the loneliest rider on the plain.
Copyright © 1973 Cram Renraff
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