Indian Creek

Way down yonder at Indian Creek
The brave still dance when the tom tom's beat
And their bonfires light the sky like flamin' gold
When the moon has past and it's dark as pitch
You can hear the strangest stories ever told

Though they moved away long long ago
Through the hills and the hollers they still echo
The mournful sounds of their retreat
Still echoes in the hills at Indian Creek

One night in the sand on the banks of a branch
I saw Chief Tonya do his famous war dance
Whahaa, Whahoyyo

With his feathers all colors and his strings of beads
Dancin' on the banks of Indian Creek
When the moon is full and the clouds give way
The creek lights up just as bright as day
Sometimes the water gets crimson red
From the battles they fought and the blood they shed
When they lived on the banks of Indian Creek
When they lived on the banks of Indian Creek
Whahaa, Yohoyo