Everyone has a song
God gave us each a song
Thats how we know who we are
Everyone has a song
We have come, heat the drum
The land trembles with dancing
We have come, bang the drum
The land trembles with dancing
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I wont go quietly
Makin a noise in this world
I dont want your promise
I dont want your whiskey
I dont want your blood on my hands
Only want what belongs to me
I think you thought I was gone
I think you thought I was dead
You wont admit that you was wrong
Aint there some shit that should be said
The Indian dancers stop and stare at him
Like he was bad weather
He keeps dancing
And knocks loose an eagle feather
The drums stop
This is the kind of silence that frightens white men
No Indians allowed