Neil Young — Pocahontas Live 11/24/76

[Intro] Country girl, I think you're pretty... That's as much as I know.  Now here's a story I wrote one night when I was, uh, just sitting around on one of my friend's farms out there. We were gettin' high sittin' there in front of the, that old pot-belly. Thinkin' about what it could've been like. I turned over and said, wow, I wish I had my twelve-string with me right now.  [Verse 1] Aurora borealis The icy sky at night Paddles cut the water In a long and hurried flight From the white man To the fields of green And the homeland We've never seen [Verse 2] They killed us in our tepees And they cut our women down They might have left some babies Cryin' on the ground But the fire sticks And the wagons come And the night falls On our setting sun [Verse 3] They massacred the buffalo Kitty corner from the bank Taxis run across my feet And my eyes have turned to blanks In my little box At the top of the stairs With my Indian rugs And a pipe to share [Verse 4] I wish I was a trapper I would give a thousand pelts To sleep with Pocahontas And find out how she felt In the morning On the fields of green In the homeland We've never seen [Verse 5] And maybe Marlon Brando Will be there by the fire We'll sit and talk of Hollywood And the good things there for hire Like the Astrodome And the first tepee Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me And Barbra and Muhammed Ali John Ehrlichman and the First Family Pocahontas and me