"Indian Song" lyrics

"Indian Song"

I am an Indian
I've been traveling through your highways
And your byways
I found that years ago
I live so peaceful
Living and dying underneath the blue skies

I am an Indian
I've been traveling
Found my own way
Through the causeway
I've climbed a mountain
To find my family found them in a glass case
In the smithsonian

I am an Indian
You broke your promises
All I have is blue skies
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
Hope you are too

Push me out push me out
Push me out on the wrong road
Push me out push me out
Push me out on the soul road
Push me out push me out
Push me out on the high road
Oh do you let me settle down
And find my selfish way

Oh, Caligia was an Indian
Steering westward
Down main street again
Push me way out to the desert
Fence me in with rattlesnakes and whiskey

I am an Indian
You broke your promises
All I have is blue skies
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
For you

The skies are blue
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
For you

The skies are blue
The skies are blue
The skies are blue
For you too

The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky
The sky


Writer(s): Jeff Sullivan, Buren Fowler, Kevin Gerard Kinney, Tim Nielsen, Peter Lawrence Buck
album: "Wrapped In Sky" (1995)
Drivin N Cryin - Wrapped In Sky album cover
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