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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Crosby
David Crosby
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Tambourine
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Electric Guitar
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Crosby
David Crosby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Crosby
David Crosby
Producer
Stephen Barncard
Stephen Barncard
Recording Engineer
Ellen Burke
Ellen Burke
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Me and my good partners We were riding back to our camp We were feeling very fine The air was clear and slightly damp We were riding back to have ourselves a party To celebrate the robbing of the train We were talking kind of low and lazy 'Bout not having to go out soon again You know we hadn't been back at home two hours We heard a hawk cry out in the night And you know that's a signal from young Billy, who's our sentry He's saying something here ain't exactly right We quick grabbed some of our hardware Stumbled out of our home Two minutes flat we had found her An Indian girl, all alone And Eli said, "Let's take her back to the cabin" I said, "You don't know she might be the law, yeah" He said, smiling kind of nasty "It ain't too damn likely she'll beat me to the draw" As we were walking back through the darkness I heard the Duke, he's our dynamiter, say He said, "What's your name, sweet, little Indian girl?" She said, "Raven" and she looked away Right then I didn't trust her, no, and I said so Now, Eli, he's our fastest gunner He's kinda mean and young, from the South He said, "Fat Albert, you're getting kind of old and weird now" "You better get your twelve gauge or shut your mouth" And I did, you know I did Now, Eli and the Duke, they got down to it They each wanted that Indian girl for their own When they finally got around to asking her You know, she said she'd come to take young Billy home Eli said he'd kill young Billy He'd kill the Duke and, and probably me too, yeah The Indian girl, she said, "Go ahead now, do it" I said "Stop it", and she bit my thumb nearly clean through And when they finally started to break down the door I smeared my face up with blood from my thumb I laid down on the floor and played real good possum You know I'm crazy but I ain't real dumb Now I'm dying here in Albuquerque I must be the sorriest sight you ever saw You know, the reason I'm the only man here to tell it You know, that Indian girl, she wasn't an Indian, she was the law
Writer(s): David Van Cortlandt Crosby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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