Run to the hills   Alright let's spare me those hands in the air everybody c'mon, yeah      White man came across the sea   He brought us pain and misery   He killed our tribes, he killed our creed   He took our game for his own need      We fought him hard, we fought him well   Out on the plains, you sing it   But many came, too much for Cree   Oh will we ever be set free      Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes   Galloping hard on the plains   Chasing the redskins back to their holes   Fighting them at their own game      Murder for freedom the stab in the back   Woman and children and cowards attack      Run to the hills, run for your lives   Run to the hills, run for your lives      Soldier blue in the barren wastes   Hunting and killing their game   Raping the woman and wasting the man   The only good Indians are tame      Selling them whiskey and taking their gold   Enslaving the young and destroying the old      Run to the hills, run for your lives   Run to the hills, run for your lives      Run to the hills, run for your lives   Run to the hills, run for your lives      Run to the hills, run for your lives   Run to the hills, run for your lives