I think I'll look around for a whooping crane
I think I'll look around for a whooping crane
What do you think this pain has got me?
You think I'm uptight, but I'm not
It's just that I look around for a whooping crane and I can't find one

So, I think I'll look around for a drinking stream
I think I'll look around for a drinking stream
They say you turned the water to wine
They must have been right this time
Because I look around for a drinking stream and I can't find one

Mighty red man painted ponies brown
Fallen eagle feathers on the ground
And the bullets, they spin your dreams around
And they paint your face on the penny brown

So, I think I'll look around for the yellow stones
So, I think I'll look around for the yellow stones
Set your eyes on the eagle's flight
Because the, the eyes of God have lost their sight
I look around for the yellow stones, and I can't find none

Mighty red man painted ponies brown
Fallen eagle feathers on the ground
And the bullets, they spin your dreams around
And they paint your face on the penny brown
So, I think I'll look around for a whooping crane
I think I'll look around for a whooping crane
What do you think this pain has got me?
You think I'm uptight, but I'm not, it's just that
I look around for a whooping crane, and I can't find one