Blues for Billy Whitecloud

Lyrics for Blues for Billy Whitecloud

Billy Whitecloud works for peanuts Given peanuts, he goes wild Sweeps the market, keeps the sweepings Takes them home to his wife and child Hey Billy, don't be blue Lots of richer people envy you Billy Whitecloud went to high school Learned to read and write real good Then he left the reservation To find a job, he knew he would He went to the city where the people are nice They sent him around to the back door and they gave him advice They told him, No Billy, no, no You gotta go slow, Billy, slow, slow You know we like you fine, but if you step outta line You better go, Billy, go, go Billy Whitecloud took to drinking Spent his cash on low grade rye Can't afford to buy a blanket He don't like it, but he don't cry Hey Billy, don't be sad For an Indian, you're not so bad Billy Whitecloud, last December Went and made a first-class bomb Bombed the high school, when we found him He was dancing on his tom tom Hey Billy, don't be sore What'cha wanna go and do that, do that, do that, do that for?