This is a song about an American hero,
who has been a hero for far too
we were going for a ridin'
Over by the big horn river
where the water is deep and wide
As soon as I get my hair done,
he said, we will win the war
Go on out and tell the boys
what they are fighting for
He said, give somebody a medal,
give somebody a three -day pass
Tell them about the light
and tell him to hold her side,
pass me my looking -glass.
Out in the buffalo moonlight,
I thought I heard a bird.
One old Indian fighter went pale,
said, what was that I heard?
Sixteen thousand nightingales
stomping through the pass
Tell that idiot matinee fool
He yelled, give somebody a medal,
give somebody a three -day pass
and tell them to hold their sass
And pass me my looking glass
Well, came up like taxes,
what do you suppose I see?
Things were looking shaky,
some of them boys was large.
What do you suppose old Custer done?
You know he hollered, Charge!
But nobody told the Indians
They commenced to stick to us
they were supposed to run
Just as they did Custer in,
what do you suppose he done?
He hollered, give somebody a medal,
give somebody a three -day pass
and tell him to hold her sad
and fans made my look at glass
