Big Red Indian Songtext
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Big Red Indian Songtext
Grandpa called, said he′s doing fine
He had to call 'cause the buffalo broke the line
Everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
And if you don't give up, you're gonna see what I mean
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I came around fast when I heard the noise
And then I looked outside and it was you and the boys
He said that everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
Someone′s gonna rock 'n′ roll on the red machine
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now I'm not singing ′bout a lump of chrome
I'm just singing ′bout getting out away from home
I said that everybody's gotta keep their dreams
'Cause what makes you feel it ain′t as bad as it seems
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
There′s nothing like running when there's nothing to run from
And sitting on a cycle that goes like an H-bomb
Everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
Like the first born and when you wore Levi's jeans
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
He had to call 'cause the buffalo broke the line
Everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
And if you don't give up, you're gonna see what I mean
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I came around fast when I heard the noise
And then I looked outside and it was you and the boys
He said that everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
Someone′s gonna rock 'n′ roll on the red machine
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now I'm not singing ′bout a lump of chrome
I'm just singing ′bout getting out away from home
I said that everybody's gotta keep their dreams
'Cause what makes you feel it ain′t as bad as it seems
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
There′s nothing like running when there's nothing to run from
And sitting on a cycle that goes like an H-bomb
Everybody′s gotta keep their dreams
Like the first born and when you wore Levi's jeans
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Big red Indian
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Writer(s): Nicholas Burton, Robert Andrews, Elizabeth Rose Westwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

