"Killers Of The Flower Moon" lyrics
"Killers Of The Flower Moon"
Gather round the fire boys a story I will tell
About a persecution I'm sure you don't know well
An Oklahoma tale of trading land and gems
And goin' down a river that you can't come back up again
Anna Brown was killed in May of '21
They made it look like Anna was just having too much fun
Meanwhile in town they threw a big parade
There stood William Hale and the range war that he waged
Just across the county on that very day
In a pool of blood did Charles Whitehorn lay
Charles was Anna's cousin, so was Henry Roan
Who died shortly after William Hale made him a loan
William Hale had him a nephew who'd married Mollie Kyle
Mollie was Anna's sister and it sunk in after while
In cities across the country all the papers read
"Reign Of Terror Continues, Another Indian Dead"
Ol' Hickory Andrew Jackson drove 'em down through Tennessee
From Ohio came the Osage the mountains, Cherokee
They left 'em there to wither on that southern Kansas soil
But this was before the man discovered oil
If you come around here with pretty flowers to sow
You might stop and notice nobody's very old
Grass grows so high it covers up the graves
But listen for a while and it might start givin' names
They called him the King of the Osage Hills
He went and got everybody killed
Now they talk about the weather like it's judgment coming soon
For the Killers of the Flower Moon
Writer(s): Joseph Henry Iii Burnett, Matthew Charles Crockett
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- Charley Crockett Lyrics
album:
"Visions Of Dallas" (2024)
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