The Uranium War

Ay-hey, ay, hi-lo
 Ay-hi, ya-ha, a-ha-yo
 There was a Cree, and a Sioux, and a Navajo
 An Arapaho, and a Hopi, hi-yo
 We were stranded, snowbound, eh–ho, well I don't know
 Sleeping on the floor like the best of friends
 Living on tea and odds and ends
 Ah, were we lucky? Now, it all depends
 There was Cordell, and me, and Norman Brown
 Sitting around away from town
 And me, I'm listening, hey-ho, big mountain guys
 Watch the sunrise in your eyes
 Taking care of the elders' pride
 Hey, hey, Mother Earth, hey, hey, Father Sky
 And me I watched it grow
 Corporate greed and a lust for gold
 And coal, and oil and, hey, now uranium
 Keep the Indians under your thumb
 Pray like hell when your bad times come
 Hey, rip 'em up, strip 'em up, get 'em with a gun
 She was a friend of mine
 Annie Mae in the snows of the wintertime
 We were running cross the fields of Indian land
 Ducking bullets from the guns of the pale men
 Oh, oh, oh
 Patriot Woman hunted in the land
 What did you say about uranium?
 She come to see me one day
 I was living in a little place in L.A.
 She was running from the feel of the jailor's touch
 Singing hey, hi-yo I think I know too much
 About uranium
 And me I watched it grow
 Corporate greed and a lust for gold
 And coal, and oil and, hey, now uranium
 Keep the Indians under your thumb
 Pray like hell when your bad times come
 Hey, rip 'em up, strip 'em up, get 'em with a gun