Battle Of Little Big Horn

(Nancy Chase)



Have you ever heard the story of the pride of Little Big Horn

Right from the lips of someone that saw

Well, I was there on that cold and fateful morning

Watched General Custer and the bloody masacre

There were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyin'

Yellin', screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn.



There were one thousand Indians standing on the river bank

Two hundred calvary waited there with pride

And I saw chief Crazy Horse leader of the Indians

Old Gneral Custer with his musket by his side.



Then Crazy Horse started things with a yell

That shattered the quiet of the early morn

General Custer gave out a mighty, mighty roar

And they met at the Little Big Horn.



There were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyin'

Yellin', screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn.



Of the one thousand Indians there on the river bank

Five hundred Indians died in the fight

And the brave calvary that had fought there that morning

Two hundred men not a single one survived.



There were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyin'

Yellin', screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn.



There at the Little Big Horn.

There at the Little Big Horn...