Lyrics:
Old Apache Squaw, how many long lean years you saw?
How many bitter winter nights shiverin' in a cold teepee?
Shiverin' in a cold teepee
Old Apache
Old Apache squaw how many long lean years you saw
How many bitter winter nights shiverin' in a cold teepee shiverin' in a
cold teepee
Old Apache
Old Apache squaw how many long lean years you saw
How many bitter winter nights shiverin' in a cold teepee shiverin' in a cold teepee
Old Apache
a outlaw
And don't yuh know say bad man a nuh old squaw
You are the girl who brought the joy in my world
Ooh, saw this is possible a would a wock yuh
saw, don't yuh worry yuh self cause mi nah chaw
Because man a bad man, man a outlaw
And don't yuh know say bad man a nuh old squaw
You are the girl who
Saw don't you worry yuhself caw mi naw chaw
Because man a bad man, man a outlaw
And don't yuh know say bad man a nuh old squaw
You are the girl
like an old squaw indian
she's 99 she won't go down
Avocado green 'n alfalfa yellow adorn her t' the ground
Tatooes 'n tarnished utenzles uh snow
Saw don't you worry yuhself caw mi naw chaw
Because man a bad man, man a outlaw
And don't yuh know say bad man a nuh old squaw
You are the girl
Brody knob amber
Spanish fringe 'n talcum tazzles forever amber
She looks like an old squaw Indian
She ninety-nine, she won't go down
Avocado green 'n
as a skillet fire
Winds pulling the trees and wires
She was shaking with one desire
Going down to Chickasaw
Old squaw said,"" Do not go,
I see his blood on your
(ooga ooga mooska)
And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska)
The squaws along the Yukon
Are good enough for me
Carry me back to old Alaska
and set her on my knee (Ooga ooga mooska)
The squaws along the Yukon
are good enough for me
Carry me back to old Alaska
The squaws along the Yukon
looked up into the starry skies
And how many times have we felt the passion rise
Every ruby-lipped girl baby, old lady, squaw junkie, girl after girl
indians
And I know some day I will change it all
I'll build a heaven for my squaw
That's all right we've scalped granpa
Made hairdoes from the old times
This old train is speeding southbound and her whistle moans the blues
And my heart's as cold as the ice and snow that fills these walkin' shoes
passin' through
Not a redskin dared to trifle
While old Pappy had his rifle
And the covered wagon rolled right along
For clothes we had to skin the buffalo
WE USED TO PLcY
Not That Kevin
(The good old), (the good old)
(The good old), (the good old)
The good old days,
Let's get back to the good old
some lyrical Bayer
Ibuprofen put you in the mood to elope
When I find the right squaw nah
I remember the words of Jerry Resnick
Never let a girl put you
This old train is speeding southbound and her whistle moans the blues
And my heart's as cold as the ice and snow that fills these walkin' shoes
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
you
[Chorus]
There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians around this house
Baby I'm tired of this old game we play called cat and mouse
If you
Squaws out on the gulf stream
Big storms comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
God I slept 'till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I
crying in the night
Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw they judged by their whiskey law
Tortured 'til she died
know the vault, pull bank jobs
I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod
Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad
My bullets hurt the same as y'alls
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