Well, the white man came, and killed off the Buffalo   The Sioux and the Cheyenne, felt the pain   The Suni and the Blackfoot, Shoshone and the Navaho   Dwellers in the pueblos, and in tee-pees on the plains.      I wanna fly where the Eagle has been   Like a native American, native American.      Now the Medicine man seeks a vision from the rain and sun   The ghost of Geromino, lives on through the years   Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull showed Custer who was number one   While the Cherokee nation, cried a trail of tears.      I wanna die on sacred land   Like a native American, native American.      Now the red man walks in the Paleface moccasins   The Great Spirit weeps for the days of old   The last Mohican calls his brothers together again   The Crow and the Iroquois and the Seminole.      I wanna ride, ride like the wind, Like a native american.   I wanna dance with the Wolf my friend, Like a native american.   I wanna fly where the Eagle has been, Like a native american.   I wanna die on sacred land, Like a native american.