Spyboy hollering at the crack of dawn Letting everybody know them Injuns on their way My father told me son you got the crown Just don't let anybody take it away So I told my gang meet me out there on the battlefield Oh if ya die that morning make sure you bet not kneel Well I'ma tell you a story about how a Injun feel When his feathers shooting in the sky And he shining like a star jumping round Shootin' coonafoona with a wagon wheel Oh he feels