Battle Of Little Big Horn
Have you ever heard the story of the fight of Little Big Horn
Right from the lips of someone that saw
Well I was there on that cold and fateful morning
Watched General Custer and the bloody masacre
There were muskets arrows cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling screaming a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn
There were one thousand Indians standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary waited there with pride
Then I saw chief Crazy Horse leader of the Indians
Old Gneral Custer with his musket by his side
Then Crazy Horse started things with a yell
That shattered the quiet of the early morn
General Custer gave out a mighty mighty roar
And they met at the Little Big Horn
There were muskets...
Of the one thousand Indians there on the river bank
Five hundred Indians died in the fight
And the brave calvary that had fought there that morning
Two hundred men not a single one survived
There were muskets...
Batalha do Little Big Horn
Você já ouviu a história da luta do Little Big Horn
Direto da boca de quem viu
Pois eu estava lá naquela manhã fria e fatídica
Assistindo ao General Custer e ao massacre sangrento
Tinha mosquetes, flechas, canhões voando
Gritos, berros, muitos homens morrendo lá no Little Big Horn
Havia mil índios em pé na margem do rio
Duzentos cavaleiros esperavam lá com orgulho
Então eu vi o chefe Cavalo Louco, líder dos índios
O velho General Custer com seu mosquete ao lado
Então Cavalo Louco começou tudo com um grito
Que quebrou o silêncio da manhã cedo
O General Custer soltou um rugido poderoso
E eles se encontraram no Little Big Horn
Tinha mosquetes...
Dos mil índios lá na margem do rio
Quinhentos índios morreram na luta
E a valente cavalaria que lutou naquela manhã
Duzentos homens, nenhum sobreviveu
Tinha mosquetes...