Got an Indian maidenI’ve got a photograph of youAnd I’m hanging on to every little clue about youI’ve got a prepaid reservationI’ve got my regulation __________And this child is on his way to Indian landMy Indian maidenGot an Indian maidenI’ve got my Hopi charms in handAnd I’m tracking down her footprints in the sand of Indian landsMy Indian maidenShake it loose, I have no use for city livingTurn my back on the back-slap jacksAnd the madcap women, womenGot an Indian maidenI’ve got a photograph of youAnd I’m hanging on to every little clue about youMy Indian maiden
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