Noc-A-Homa

Lonely teepee setting in the sky
Dancing circles on a summer night
Children laughing at his expense
Chucking more peanuts at a broken man
He’ll keep waving, tomahawk in hand
His headdress is a flower
He ain’t no stinking coward
I wish that other people could see
Just like you and me
Everybody’s leaving and the lights are off
He’s got nowhere to lie when the crowd dissolves
He’s just trying to root for the team
He’s a one man tribe and a dying breed
And if you stab that man, well, it’s surely mean
His headdress is a flower
He ain’t no stinking coward
I wish that other people could see
Just like you and me
Just like you and me