[Intro]
Country girl, I think you're pretty... That's as much as I know. 

Now here's a story I wrote one night when I was, uh, just sitting around on one of my friend's farms out there. We were gettin' high sittin' there in front of the, that old pot-belly. Thinkin' about what it could've been like. I turned over and said, wow, I wish I had my twelve-string with me right now. 

[Verse 1]
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
To the fields of green
And the homeland
We've never seen

[Verse 2]
They killed us in our tepees
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the fire sticks
And the wagons come
And the night falls
On our setting sun

[Verse 3]
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
Taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
At the top of the stairs
With my Indian rugs
And a pipe to share
[Verse 4]
I wish I was a trapper
I would give a thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the morning
On the fields of green
In the homeland
We've never seen

[Verse 5]
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome
And the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
And Barbra and Muhammed Ali
John Ehrlichman and the First Family
Pocahontas and me