1849

They roamed upon the plains
Pioneers in wagon trains
To the Rockies to find them golden veins
It was eighteen forty nine
Searching for the gold rich mines
And the promise of a better life
The trails were long and dry
Dust rose up to the sky
Another day in the miners life
Men left their wifes behind
Reunite another time
In the riches of the California mines
They saw the riders coming
Their bows high in the air
The natives of the land
To take back what was theirs
They circled all the wagons
They gave an awful cry
The white men were defending
One bullet at a time 1849
They could see the mountains high
In the distance far and wide
The gold mines waiting on the other side
Just a few more days to ride
To the California line
And all the precious gold waiting there to find
In the foothills to the west
Await the Natives all abreast
The miners unaware
That danger lies ahead
Into the hills they came
Things would never be the same
On that dreadful day
Of the miners fate
They saw the riders coming
Their bows high in the air
The natives of the land
To take back what was theirs
They circled all the wagons
They gave an awful cry
The white men were defending
One bullet at a time 1849
They saw the riders coming
Their bows high in the air
The natives of the land
To take back what was theirs
They circled all the wagons
They gave an awful cry
And when the battle ended
Not a white man was alive 1849