Whores Of Tijuana - Onsiya Kel | Текст песни

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• Whores Of Tijuana
• Onsiya Kel

An old Sioux man riding on his horse,
ridin’ on his horse till he’s dead.
An old Sioux man ridin’ on his horse to
the end of this land and man.

He’s got arrows in his back and his body hurts.
The pain makes him wish he was dead.
He’s got to get home to his squaw and son
to lay in his buffalo bed

The thirst is starting to get to him.
As he wipes the sweat from his head
Got to hold on a little longer
before he is put in his grave.

A couple more miles til he gets home.
A few more hours ’til he’s dead.
Nothing to drink but his own blood now,
but this Indian is not dead.

Misery, of the Indian.