Of the fight of Little Big Horn
Right from the lips
Of someone that saw?
Well, I was there on that
Cold and fateful morning
Watched General Custer
And the bloody massacre
There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn
There were one thousand Indians
Standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary
Waited there with pride
Then I saw chief Crazy Horse
Leader of the Indians
Old General Custer
With his musket by his side
Then Crazy Horse
Started things with a yell
That shattered the quiet
Of the early morn
General Custer gave out
A mighty mighty roar
And they met at the
Little Big Horn
There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn
Of the one thousand Indians
There on the river bank
Five hundred Indians
Died in the fight
And the brave calvary
That had fought there that morning
Two hundred men
Not a single one survived
There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn
Have you ever heard the story Of the fight of Little Big Horn Right from the lips Of someone that saw? Well, I was there on that Cold and fateful morning Watched General Custer And the bloody massacre There were muskets Arrows, cannonballs a flyin' Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin' There at the Little Big Horn There were one thousand Indians Standing on the river bank Two hundred calvary Waited there with pride Then I saw chief Crazy Horse Leader of the Indians Old General Custer With his musket by his side Then Crazy Horse Started things with a yell That shattered the quiet Of the early morn General Custer gave out A mighty mighty roar And they met at the Little Big Horn There were muskets Arrows, cannonballs a flyin' Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin' There at the Little Big Horn Of the one thousand Indians There on the river bank Five hundred Indians Died in the fight And the brave calvary That had fought there that morning Two hundred men Not a single one survived There were muskets Arrows, cannonballs a flyin' Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin' There at the Little Big Horn Explain Request ×
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