Run to the Hills - Live in Bogota 28 February 2008

White man came across the sea
 He brought us pain and misery
 He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
 He took our game for his own need
 We fought him hard, we fought him well
 Out on the plains, Bogota (we gave him hell)
 But many came, too much for Cree
 Oh, will we ever be set free?
 
 Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
 Galloping hard on the plains
 Chasing the redskins back to their holes
 Fighting them at their own game
 Murder for freedom, a stab in the back
 Women and children and cowards, attack
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives
 Soldier blue in the barren wastes
 Hunting and killing's a game
 Raping the women, wasting the men
 Only good Indians are tame
 Selling them whiskey, taking their gold
 Enslaving the young, destroying the old
 Come on!
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives
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 Come on!
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 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives, sing it Columbia
 (Run to the hills) My turn
 Run for your lives
 Run to the hills
 Run for your lives