there was a squaw a very sad squaw   who cried as she cursed at the sky   the gods had reclaimed her only son   and nobody could tell her why   there was a chief a very wise chief   who told her   we'll find where he roamed   we'll put out some signs on the highway   and bring the young falling rock home      it's not a bar in wyoming   it's not brewed in the north pa mills   it's just a young brave   who wandered from camp   and ventured too far in the hills   you'll see a sign on the roadside   like the sign on the blue ridge parkway   look out for falling rock at large in the   us of a at large in the us of a      there was a letter form the gov'ner   a visit from the park service man   socialist lawyers an eagle scouts said   we're doin bout all that we can   stories can turn into legends   folklore's derived from a claim   but no one can answer the puzzling sign   about the young indian name.      CHORUS      some say they've seen him   homeless in phoenix   picking up all he could scrounge   some say they've seen him doing the   king weekends at a jfk lounge   some swear that he was wrapping with   phil about the abuse of his tribe   and some say he sits in a washington   pen for passing a state trooper bribes      CHORUS