White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes
He killed our creed
He took our game for his own needWe 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 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 are cowards attackRun to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your livesSoldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
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 oldRun to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your livesRun to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your livesRun to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Composição: Adrian Smith / Steve Harris.
