A long, long time ago
There lived an Indian boy
When he came upon this earth
He brought his family joy

A paranoid young brave was he
Inside his frame was some misery
He heard the other warriors talking angrily
'Bout the white man taking over his country

What he didn't know, is that some day his ma would be crying
What he didn't know, is that some day his tribe would be dying
What he didn't know, is that some day his father'd be gone
What he didn't know, is that some day he'd be all alone

None of the stories in the schoolbooks said it
The truth is gone and they're trying to forget it
The history books are all one-sided
The truth is gone and their trying to hide it

Who had the land 'til we came around?
The Indian made his life from the ground
And what about the boy that this story's about?
Where his tee-pee once stood there now is a town

What he didn't know, is that some day his ma would be crying
What he didn't know, is that some day his tribe would be dying
What he didn't know, is that some day his father'd be gone
What he didn't know, is that some day he'd be all alone

He was the loneliest rider on the plain
He was the loneliest rider on the plain
He was the loneliest rider on the plain