I hear the pounding of a lone drummer drumming
Great sounds beating out on the radio
Far and near and lower and louder
Singing redemption and panning on your sacred grounds All alone in the blazing sun
You don't hear the voices of your native sons
Make them beg, oh, make them bleed
Keep a man down on his bended knees
We're like strangers in a stranger's land
Looking for gold in cactusland
One thousand men hopped the first wagon westward
Glory bound headed out like the
Donner Party A dying breed finished off by your own hands
This rebel ear
Great sounds beating out on the radio
Far and near and lower and louder
Singing redemption and panning on your sacred grounds All alone in the blazing sun
You don't hear the voices of your native sons
Make them beg, oh, make them bleed
Keep a man down on his bended knees
We're like strangers in a stranger's land
Looking for gold in cactusland
One thousand men hopped the first wagon westward
Glory bound headed out like the
Donner Party A dying breed finished off by your own hands
This rebel ear