White man came
across the sea
He brought us
pain and misery
He killed our tribes
he killed our creed
He took our game
for his own need
We fought him hard
we fought him well
Out on the plains
we gave him hell
But many came
too much for Cree
Oh will we ever
be set free
Riding through
dustclouds
And barren
wastes
Galloping hard
on the plains
Chasing the redskins
back to their holes
Fighting them
at their own game
Murder for freedom
the stab in the back
Women and children
and cowards attack
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Soldier blue
in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing
their game
Raping the women
and wasting the men
The only good indians
are tame
Selling them whiskey
and taking their gold
Enslaving the young
And destroying the old
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Run to the hills
run for your lives~
Yeah~~~
ah~~ yeah
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Run to the hills
run for your lives
Run to the hills
run for your lives~