Killers of the Flower Moon

Gather round the fire boys a story I will tell About a persecution I'm sure you don't know well An Oklahoma tale of trading land and gems And goin' down a river that you can't come back up again Anna Brown was killed in May of 21 They made it look like Anna was just having too much fun Meanwhile in town they threw a big parade There stood William Hale and the range war that he waged Just across the county on that very day In a pool of blood did Charles Whitehorn lay Charles was Anna's cousin, so was Henry Roan Who died shortly after William Hale made him a loan William Hale had him a nephew who'd married Mollie Kyle Mollie was Anna's sister and it sunk in after while In cities across the country all the papers read Reign Of Terror Continues, Another Indian Dead Ol' Hickory Andrew Jackson drove em down through Tennessee From Ohio came the Osage the mountains, Cherokee They left em there to wither on that southern Kansas soil But this was before the man discovered oil If you come around here with pretty flowers to sow You might stop and notice nobody's very old Grass grows so high it covers up the graves But listen for a while and it might start givin' names They called him the King of the Osage Hills He went and got everybody killed Now they talk about the weather like it's judgment coming soon For the Killers of the Flower Moon