Electric Light Orchestra Big Chief Woolley Bosher Lyrics

Big Chief Woolley Bosher Lyrics

In the land they call the west 
 On the prarie`s virgin crest 
 Lived a great man and his braves 
 And he led them to their graves 
 
 Big chief plays with baby son 
 The work of the Indian today is done 
 Life is easy, life is grand 
 `Til there is white man, gun in hand 

 Started out when settlers came 
 And built their homes on the Indian range 
 Big Chief Woolly Bosher liked it none 
 Traded with a bad man for a gun  

 Big chief looks out at his great land 
 Locomotive on the prairie stands 
 Life that leak from the city in the east 
 Let us destroy that iron beast 

 Big chief rides on the trail tonight 
 Tread the land for which he must fight 
 In their fight for love and glory 
 Some Indians were saved 
 They lived to tell the story 
 And Woolly Bosher prays 

 Big chief rides on the trail tonight 
 Soldier boys marching in the morning light 
 Bring the guns, bring the bows 
 Let`s blow them into heaven let`s see if God knows 

 One hundred men must have to die 
 When a thousand soldiers look you in the eye 
 Big chief sees his men fall round 
 The soldiers kill and the bugle sounds 
   
 In their fight for love and glory 
 No Indians were saved 
 And Big Chief Woolly Bosher 
 Had written on his grave 
 He has done no wrong 
 Except being bold