Jack Malloy came up to me at a party on the hill
Sad expression on his face.
He said “Though it graves me so,
I’ve been asked to throw you out by the owner of this place”.
I said to him “I wonder how come you can turn on a friend
I think it’s so sad, we may never be the same again”.
No please don’t tell me I’m an Indian
No please don’t tell me, we may never be the same again
And if you tell me I’m Indian, you’re an Indian too,
that makes you an Indian too.
For several years I have been on the edge of every scene
A stranger in my town
And even though they say helleothey would not be seen with me
I guess they’ve never known
I wonder how come they try to pretend
I think it’s so sad, we may never be the same again
No please don’t tell me I’m an Indian
No please don’t tell me, we may never be the same again
And if you tell me I’m an Indian, you’re an Indian too.
That makes you an Indian too.
I used to spend my money on trying so hard to belong
A drink for you my friend,
And sometimes I just sit and call every number on the wall,
It gets you in the end
I wonder how come they can turn me away
I think it’s so sad, we may never be the same again.
No please don’t tell me I’m an Indian
No please don’t tell me, we may never be the same again
And if you tell me I’m Indian, you’re an Indian too,
That makes you an Indian too.
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