John Hiatt

Seven Little Indians

  singer-songwriter  rock  blues  alt-country  americana
725 3 часа назад

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There were seven little indiansLiving in a brick house onCentral avenueGathered round their daddyTellin stories in the living roomFrom a slightly unrealistic point of viewMomma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhereBoiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks inThe seven little indians newIf the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their householdSomehow it would not pass inspectionThe big chief railed onAnd spun his tales of brave conquestAbout the moving of his little bandUp to alaskaWhere the caribou run freeSee he had been there putting in telephone linesFor the army during world war iiEven brought back a picture of a frozen mastodonFor the little indians to seeAnd some mukluks and some sealskin glovesAnd a coat with beads around the collarHis wife kept them in the mothballsUnderneath the hudson baysAnd every once and a while hed get all wound upWith one of his stories, hed put them all onAnd dance around in that blue tv lightLike it was some campfire blazing awayWell he stamped and he holleredBut he could not stay warm in that living roomAnd even the seven little indians could feel the chillAnd although everything always workedOut for the better in all of his storiesIn that old brick house it always felt likeSomething was movin in for the killBlazing like a trailShot through the eyes of the seven little indiansBlazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the skyUp above anchorageBlazing like a star shot down to the groundBack home again in indianaNow it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin dropThey started dropping like fliesThe oldest little indian got sick and vanishedThe big chief went two years laterThe mother raised the six little indians upThe best she couldTo be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmenBut they all shared this common denominatorYou see, all the characters in the big chiefs storiesWere named after the seven little indiansAnd like I said, in his stories everythingAlways worked out for the betterAnd now as Im telling this stuff to my own kidsDancing around in that blue tv lightWell, I wish I had those mukluks, those sealskin glovesAnd that coat with beads around the collar

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