Rex Allen - Don't Go Near the Indians

[Lyrics with no parentheses indicate a solo.]
[Lyrics in single parentheses indicate backup singer(s) only.]
[Lyrics in double parentheses indicate lead singer and backup singer(s) all sing.]

[Intro featuring tom-tom drums.]

[Chorus:]
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please stay away.))
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please do what I say.))

[Verse 1:]
Since I was just a little boy,
I liked to roam the hills.
An' to hear wild stories about the Indians,
Was my biggest thrill.

[Verse 2:]
I'd shout an' yell an' holler like them,
I wore moccasins on my feet.
An' I'd make believe I was under a teepee,
Every time I went to sleep.

[Verse 3:]
My hair was jet black an' I was twenty-one,
Lots of pretty girls aroun.
But the paleface maidens didn't thrill me none,
Aroun' my Cochise County hometown.

[Chorus:]
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please stay away.))
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please do what I say.))

[Verse 4:]
One day I went to the reservation,
An' there by a shallow creek,
Was a beautiful Indian a-fetchin' water,
An' I just had to speak.

[Verse 5:]
She smiled at me then quickly left,
But the next day she returned.
An' it wasn't very long till I told her how,
The love in my heart burned.

[Chorus:]
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please stay away.))
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please do what I say.))

[Verse 6:]
I told my daddy I'd found a girl,
Who meant the world to me.
An' tomorrow I'd ask the Indian chief,
For the hand of Nova Lee.

[Verse 7:]
Dad's tremblin' lips spoke softly,
As he told me of my life.
Twas then he said I could never take,
This maiden for my wife.

[Bridge, spoken:]
"Son, the white man an' Indian
Were fightin' when you were born.
An' a brave called, Yellow Sun,
Scalped my little boy.
So I stole you to get even
For what he'd done.
Though you're a full-blooded Indian,
Son, I love you as much
As my own little feller that's dead.
An', son, Nova Lee is your sister!
An' that's why I've always said...

[Chorus, back to singing:]
(("Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please stay away.))
[Fade.]
((Son, don't go near the Indians,))
((Please do what I say."))

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Meer van Rex Allen:      Dont go near the indians      Crying in the chapel      Don't Go Near the Indians      The roving kind