INDIAN MAID
(Sheb Wooley)

Sheb Wooley - 1960


Now, way up in the Oklahoma hills
Mid the white oak trees and the daffodils
Lived the prettiest Indian maid I ever saw
She was the great granddaughter of Geronimo
And her Ma was the tribe of the Navajo
I thought I'd like to have her for my squaw


I got to know this Indian miss
And then set about to steal me a kiss
She was just as sweet as the mornin' dew
We got out under that Indian moon
And then we really started to spoon
'Cause she was a romancin' little Sioux


Mmmmmm, I love my Indian maid
Oh, I wish I could of stayed
I said, "Uh, honey, I love you"
She said, "Pete, I love you too"
I'll never forget my little Indian maid


Then along came a Chief and seventeen braves
And they started out a-diggin' a grave
And I said, "Who's that for?", and the Chief said, "You!"
Well they kept on diggin' and diggin' away
And I turned to the chief and again I'd say
"Is that sure enough for me?", and the chief said, "Ugh!"


I said, "Now Chief, I'll marry your daughter
But first I gotta have a drink of water
I think I'll run down to the river and get me a drink"
I told White Dove to kiss me quick
And I started out runnin' through them sticks
And I tore my pants and my rawhide underwear


I kept on runnin', I was afraid to walk
'Cause here come the Chief with his tommyhawk
And I was sailin' over them cactus just like a bird
My boots wore out and I'm all scratched up
And no cowboy should have such luck
Excuse me folks, I'd better get back to the herd


I love my Indian maid
Mmmmmm, I wish I could of stayed
I wanta go back to see, but the Chief's still after me
I'll never forget my little Indian maid






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2011)