Indigo Blue was a Comanche through and through
She'd sit near the Grand Canyon tourist spot
And watch the champagne and the helicopters land
White men upon Comanche sand

Alcohol fuels her people now
White man and white money drive the wheel
The land was taken, nothing left to steel
White man rules that's the deal

She smile and drags from her last cigarette
Her mother looks on..starts to fret
She know there's nothing left to do
White man has won, no time for coup