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 dustclouds 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 killing to gain
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]