Batalha de Little Big Horn

Have you ever heard the story of the pride 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'

Yellin' screamin' 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

And 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 arrows...

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 arrows...

There at the Little Big Horn there at the Little Big Horn

Você já ouviu a história do orgulho de Little Big Horn

Direto da boca de quem viu

Bem, eu estava lá naquela manhã fria e fatídica

Assistindo o General Custer e a sangrenta massacre

Tinha mosquetes, flechas, canhões voando

Gritando, berrando, muitos homens morrendo lá em Little Big Horn

Havia mil índios em pé na margem do rio

Duzentos cavaleiros esperando lá com orgulho

E 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 em Little Big Horn

Tinha mosquetes, flechas...

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, flechas...

Lá em Little Big Horn, lá em Little Big Horn