Son,
don't go near the Indians,
please stay away.
Son,
don't go near the Indians,
please do what I say.
Since I was just a little boy,
I've liked to roam the hills.
And to hear wild stories about the Indians was my biggest thrill.
I'd shout and yell and holler like them,
I wore moccasins on my feet.
And I'd make believe I was under a teepee every time I went to sleep.
My hair was jet black and I was twenty-one,
lots of pretty girls around.
But the pale-faced maidens didn't thrill
me none around my Cochise County hometown.
Son,
don't go near the Indians,
please stay away.
Son,
don't go near the Indians,
please do what I say.
One day I went to the reservation and there by a shallow creek,
was a beautiful Indian fetching water and I just had to speak.
She smiled at me then quickly left,
but the next day she returned.
And it wasn't very long till I told
her how the love in my heart burned.
Son, don't go
near the Indians, please stay away.
Son,
don't go near the Indians,
please do what I say.
I told my daddy I'd found a girl who meant the world to me.
And tomorrow I'd ask the Indian chief for the hand of Novalie.
Son,
the white man and Indian were fighting when you were born.
And 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 fella that's dead.
And
son,
Novalie is your sister.
And that's why I've always said,
son, don't go near the Indians,
please stay away.