Neil Young
Pocohontas


From Patrick Corbett (patrick.corbett@reuters.com)
Thanks to Patrick!!!


D
Aurora borealis
D
The icy sky at night
Em
Paddles cut the water
D
In the long and hurried flight
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From the white man, to the fields of green
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To the homeland we've never seen

They killed us in our teepee
and they cut our women down
they might have left some babies, 
crying on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
and the night falls on the setting sun

They massacredthe buffalo	
kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run accross my feet
and my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
with my indian rug and my pipe to share

I wish I was a trapper
I would give a thousand pelts
to sleep with pocohontas
and find out how she felt
in the morning on the fields of green
in the homeland we have never seen

And maybe Marlon Brando
will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of hollywood
and the good things there for hire
and the astrodome, and the first teepee
Marlon Brando, Pocohontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocohontas and me.