Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Oh will we ever be set free
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
The only good Indians are tame
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Songwriter: Stephen Percy Harris
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Raping the woman and wasting the man
But many came, too much for Cree
We fought him hard, we fought him well
White man came across the sea
Galloping hard on the plains
Run to the hills, run for your lives
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
He took our game for his own need
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Fighting them at their own game
Alright let's spare me those hands in the air everybody c'mon, yeah
Woman and children and cowards attack
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
He brought us pain and misery
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Out on the plains, you sing it