Battle Of Little Big Horn

Have you ever heard the story of the pride of Little Big HornRight from the lips of someone that sawWell, I was there on that cold and fateful morningWatched General Custer and the bloody masacreThere were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyinYellin', screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn.There were one thousand Indians standing on the river bankTwo hundred calvary waited there with prideAnd I saw chief Crazy Horse leader of the IndiansOld Gneral Custer with his musket by his side.Then Crazy Horse started things with a yellThat shattered the quiet of the early mornGeneral Custer gave out a mighty, mighty roarAnd they met at the Little Big Horn.There were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyinYellin', screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there at the Little Big Horn.Of the one thousand Indians there on the river bankFive hundred Indians died in the fightAnd the brave calvary that had fought there that morningTwo hundred men not a single one survived.There were muskets, arrows, cannonballs a flyinYellin', 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...