Lyrics

We were plying indians up in the trees The two sisters were my squaws i was the chief We build a little platform about 6ft high A shelter to protect ourselves We were so young so the game became serious And in the hectic of the game they pushed me And i fell on my back and the hit cut my breath Couldn't move couldn't talk And i try not to cry Like a turtle on its back i must have looked so bad Didn't wanna show the so i said that i'm all right Took all my energy together to reach the soft and tender pet And then took a rest