Carol Brice - Indian Blues

{CATHERINE}
Wish I could chug-a-lug
A jug of fire-water
And aim a tomahawk
The way a Choctaw oughta
Wish I was sippin' on a julep
In a cosy little teepee

The way these walls keep on closin' in
Around me gets real creepy
It ain't the booze in me talkin'
It's the Indian Blues

Out in the forest
Yellow chinaberries blossom
And we could sit around a fire
Eatin' possum
(?...) and crystal waterfall
We'd do some skinny-dippin'

And every night, we will lie awake
And hear the pine trees, drippin'
It ain't the booze in me talkin'
It's the Indian Blues

All this pokey's got is bars
And just a speck of sky
They made me a jailbird
And clipped my wings
Sure do wish I could fly

{EVERYONE}
Sure do wish I could
Sure do wish I could

{CATHERINE & EVERYONE}
Sure do wish I could fly

{CATHERINE}
Since I'm a princess
Wish I had a pile of wampum
If someone tried to treat me mean
My braves'd whomp him

But here I'm just
A lonely down-and-outer
And I'm feeling friendless

I close my eyes
And I'm tumblin' down
A mountain that's plumb endless
It ain't the booze in me talkin'

{CATHERINE & EVERYONE}
It's the Indian Blues!
(Injun Blues
We got the Injun Blues
We got the Injun Blues)