Met an old man, Miller his name
Met him on a dusty road
Got off the bus, Heard him singing
Sittin' in a rocking chair
I said where you been?
Tell me your story
I'm ready now let's begin
He said:
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"Oh! oh!
Red Indian girl
I've found her heart in so many places
Oh! oh!
Red Indian girl
I've seen her smile in so many faces
[ her smile is the sun ]
[ and her eyes are like the moon ]
¡@
He talked and he talked
I listened to his every word
I sat at his feet
and looked in his eyes
And now I know what
he meant
He said:
¡@
Repeat
¡@
[ come on, come on,
come on ]
[ her smile is the
sun, and her eyes are like the moon ]
¡@
Repeat
¡@
[ come on, come on,
come on ]
[ her smile is the
sun, and her eyes are like the moon