First came the wagons, then came the trains They drove the Indians off of the plains Then came the white man with his fences an' sheep Tore up the ground where the Great Spirit sleeps.
My Grandfather Borin was a North Texas man He was a cowboy: he loved the land He fathered nine children an' he raised six more And his Daddy fought in our first civil war.
My Grandmother Axton was part Cherokee She kept it a secret from daddy an' me For someone had told her in her early childhood "You better not mention your Indian blood."
Washington Bureau of Indian Affairs Yeah, the white man loves money, he didn't care About starving people an' dying came slow Now they have all followed the wild buffalo..
