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The Runaways - Tammi T/Klyve
Written by：Keith Hines
No we don't know much about the Indians
And they don't know much about us
How could they shoot at the wagon
When they were planting a tree
You know we don't we don't we don't
Like communion and we're just refugees
But I hate to see injustice
And I know yes I know what I see
Riding up riding up
From the river
Wash ourselves wash ourselves
Got something to eat
Pitch our tent our tent
On a high ground
To lay our heads for tonight's sleep
No we don't know much about the Indians
And they don't know much about us
How could they shoot at the wagon
When they were planting a tree
You know we don't we don't we don't
Like communion and we're just refugees
But I hate to see injustice
And I know yes I know what I see
They rode up they rode up
With their rifles
And they shot six Indians dead
We looked in amazement
From the tent where we laid our heads
We wanted so much to help them
But inside all we felt was dread
Oh we're just a runaways
Who's gonna believe anything we said
I would just make our life so much harder
As a black woman and black man with bounties on our heads
