Red Billy Shaw Blue Coat, cheap whiskey His pony and a gun An open fire was his hearth A saddlebag his home He never got a ribbon No medals would he wear Companions on his prairie Was a rifle and a prayer Kiowa Commanche Feathers in their hair They roamed the open prairie And they rode their horses bare They didn't live in houses Ground they didn't tear Companions on their prairie Were the spirits and a prayer Red voice prayed to Father White voice praised the Son But every voice rose to the sky And ended up as one Red man wanted freedom White man wanted lands Their prayers were always answered When they took it with their hands Endless years of freedom A hundred years of pain Two hundred years went back and forth A thousand different claims The white men shot the red ones The red ones shot the whites They'd wage a bloody war by day And say their prayers at night The white men took the prairie The buffalo were dead The red man's reservation Was their final place instead Their spirits, their creator The feathers on their head Does anyone remember when This land of ours was red?

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