we cast off our ships to sail and we post our lovers letters and our brothers bail and when they get there theyre gunna see they have made no fool they have made no foooool they have made no fool out of me
we cut down the american plains
where the indian died and the buffalo shed his mane
and when they get here theyre gunna see that they have made no fool they have made no foooool they have made no fool out of me
