Karaoké Pocahontas Neil Young & Crazy Horse

Aurora borealis

The icy sky at night

Paddles cut the water in a long and hurried flight

From the white man to the fields of green

And the homeland we've never seen

They killed us in our teepee and they cut our women down

They might have left some babies cryin' on the ground

But the fire sticks and the wagons come

And the night falls on the settin' sun

They massacred the buffalo

Kitty corner from the bank

The taxis run across my feet and my eyes have turned to blanks

In my little box at the top of the stairs

With my indian rug and a pipe to share

I wish I was a trapper

I would give a thousand pelts to sleep with Pocahontas and find out how she felt

In the mornin' on the fields of green

In the homeland we've never seen

And maybe Marlon Brando will be there by the fire

We'll sit and talk of Hollywood and the good things there for hire

And the Astrodome

And the first teepee

Marlon Brando

Pocahontas and me

Marlon Brando

Pocahontas and me

Pocahontas