dark wind blowing on me tonightnmy feet are broken and my baby just diednJackson said we’re not civilizednso we’re moving west he said that’s best nfor a savage land, for a savage landnncold snow falling on me todaynmy horse is tired but still she carries menI want to go back home, but they burned it downnI want to go back home, but there’s no roomnfor a savage town, for a savage townnnnot so many moons ago I watched the Red bird flynfloating circles round and round beneath a hazeless skynfloating round and round and round in a hazeless skynabove a free land, above a free landnnhard rage burning my heart tonightnmy horse broke down, she died and I’m not going to make itnmy blood falls out of me, it’s red just like the president’snbut all he sees is red skin from a savage landnfrom a savage landnnnot so many moons ago I watched the Red bird flynfloating circles round and round beneath a hazeless skynfloating cirlcles round and beneath a hazeless skynabove a free land, above a free landnna free landnn