Well, the white man came and killed off the bubblers The Sioux and the Cheyenne felt the pain The Zuni and the Blackfoot, the Shoshone and the Navajo Dwellers in the Pueblos and in teepees on the plains I want to fly where the eagle has been Like a Native American Native American Down in Madison the man seeks a vision from the rain and sun The ghost of Geronimo lives on through the years Crazy horse from Setonville showed Custer who was number one While the Cherokee Nation cried a trail of tears I want to die on the sacred land Like a Native American Native American Now the red man walks in pale-faced moccasins The great spirit weeps for the days of old The last Mohican calls his brothers to gather again The Crow and the Iroquois and the Seminole I want to ride, ride like the wind Like a Native American Native American I want to dance with a wolf, my friend Like a Native American Native American I want to fly where the eagle has been Like a Native American Native American I want to die on the sacred land Like a Native American Native American