Injun Joe
Injun Joe has no willing to be someone else’s slave
And he sure can scare you to death if you get stuck in the cave
Injun Joe - you may say - that he should stand in a row
He’s an half-blood native, but he got no feathers or bows
And he goes and he goes, but noone knows
And he goes and he goes, whereever he wants
And he goes and he goes, never a pause
Injun has a medicine that cures all his wounds
And if he gets some more can even rise from his tomb
Injun Joe has no shame to get along with a black
But those who don’t behave can get a stab in the back
And he goes and he goes, but noone knows
And he goes and he goes, whereever he wants
And he goes and he goes, never a pause
