Falling Rock

there was a squaw a very sad squaw
who cried as she cursed at the sky
the gods had reclaimed her only son
and nobody could tell her why
there was a chief a very wise chief
who told her
we'll find where he roamed
we'll put out some signs on the highway
and bring the young falling rock home

it's not a bar in wyoming
it's not brewed in the north pa mills
it's just a young brave
who wandered from camp
and ventured too far in the hills
you'll see a sign on the roadside
like the sign on the blue ridge parkway
look out for falling rock at large in the
us of a at large in the us of a

there was a letter form the gov'ner
a visit from the park service man
socialist lawyers an eagle scouts said
we're doin bout all that we can
stories can turn into legends
folklore's derived from a claim
but no one can answer the puzzling sign
about the young indian name.

CHORUS

some say they've seen him
homeless in phoenix
picking up all he could scrounge
some say they've seen him doing the
king weekends at a jfk lounge
some swear that he was wrapping with
phil about the abuse of his tribe
and some say he sits in a washington
pen for passing a state trooper bribes