Elton John - "Indian Sunset Elton John Bernie Taupin" lyrics

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving

This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns

I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
What kind of words are these to hear from Yellow Dog whom white man fears

And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly crushed
I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child

I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons

Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands

He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones

Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
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Holiday Inn - Elton John/Bernie Taupin

Boston at last and the plane's touching down

Our hostess is handing the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
It's a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn
Boredom's a pastime that one soon acquires

Kicking your heels till the time comes around
To pick up your bags and head out of town
Where you get to the stage where you're not even tired

I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands
Slow down Joe, I'm a rock and roll man
In a motel baby like the Holiday Inn
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