He was driven by his greed Swept across our fields and trees Brought me nothing but the gun And he sang bye, bye, bye He sang bye With his face as grim as stone Wanted nothing but our homes Smoked us out and swung his rope And he sang bye, bye, bye He sang bye And the drums went loud And we were bleeding Through the years he'd taken lead We acknowledged our defeat Shaking hands for better years He threw up lines, lines, lines Threw up lines He would never sit and rest Forced us all to travel west Lost control and spread disease Now will we die, die, die? Will we die? And the drums went loud And we were bleeding It's the sound of loss And the hearts keep beating