Battle Of Little Big Horn (1959)

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