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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Electric Light Orchestra -  Big Chief Woolley Bosher
 In the land they call the west
 
 On the praries virgin crest
 
 Lived a great man and his braves
 
 And he led them to their graves
 
 Big chief plays with baby son
 
 The work of the indian today is done
 
 Life is easy, life is grand
 
 til there is white man, gun in hand
 
 Started out when settlers came
 
 And built their homes on the indian range
 
 Big chief woolly bosher liked it none
 
 Traded with a bad man for a gun
 
 Big chief looks out at his great land
 
 Locomotive on the prairie stands
 
 Life that leak from the city in the east
 
 Let us destroy that iron beast
 
 Big chief rides on the trail tonight
 
 Tread the land for which he must fight
 
 In their fight for love and glory
 
 Some indians were saved
 
 They lived to tell the story
 
 And woolly bosher prays
 
 Big chief rides on the trail tonight
 
 Soldier boys marching in the morning light
 
 Bring the guns, bring the bows
 
 Lets blow them into heaven lets see if God knows
 
 One hundred men must have to die
 
 When a thousand soldiers look you in the eye
 
 Big chief sees his men fall round
 
 The soldiers kill and the bugle sounds
 
 In their fight for love and glory
 
 No indians were saved
 
 And big chief woolly bosher
 
 Had written on his grave
 
 He has done no wrong
 
 Except being bold
 
 
    
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