Men have walked and men have climbed
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They live like men, and so they die so bold
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But now it all comes to life
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The tale of Custer’s faithful night untold
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Voice 1: Hey, is this where Custer’s Last Stand took place in 1976?
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Voice 2: Yeah, that’s right! |
Hey! |
Listen, here that?
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Voice 1: Sounds like someone digging in that hole over there to me!
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Sarge, may we investigate that hole over there?
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Sarge: Alright, everyone on the double to that hole over there!
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Voice 1: There’s a old man down there digging!
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Sarge: Hey, old man! |
Hey, old man down there!
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Old man, can you hear me? |
Hey!
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Old Man: Please, Mr. Custer! |
I don’t wanna go!
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Sarge: Here, grab onto this rope, we’ll pull you up
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Old Man: I don’t wanna get scalped! |
Sittin' Bull and his friends
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Waitin' up there for my scalp, you fellas ain’t gonna fool me!
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Sarge: We’re the US Army, this is 1960!
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Voice 4: Well what am I doin' here?
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Voice 1: Hey, he’s wearing a 7th Calvary uniform!
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And he’s still digging! |
What happened, old man?
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Old Man: Me and Mr. Custer was the only ones left, and-
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Voice 1: What did you do?
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Old Man: All I could do was cry
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They tied Mr. Custer up in a fully looking thing
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Voice 1: What did they tie him up with? |
Was it chains?
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Old Man: Nope, wasn’t no chains
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Voice 1: Was it belts?
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Old Man: Nope, it wasn’t no belts neither
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Voice 1: Was it, rope?
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Old Man: Nope, wasn’t none of them neither
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Voice 1: Then what did they tie him with?
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Voice 2: What was it, what was it?
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Old Man: It was an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny
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Yellow polka dot bikini
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Then early that next morning, all the Indians left except one
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I snook up on him, and pow, I let him have it with old betsy
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I felt sorry for the fella after I shot him, though
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And I said «Mr. |
Indian, is there any last words you got before
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You go to your huntin' ground?»
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Indian: Tell’um Laura, I Love-um her!
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Old Man: I untied Mr. Custer, and we ran lickety-split
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Before them other Indians come back
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Then Mr. Custer broke out and started runnin' and yelpin'
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And yellin'
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Voice 1: Well what was he yellin', what was he sayin'?
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Voice 2: What was he sayin'?
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Custer: I’m a yogi, I’m a yogi baby!
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Old Man: What?
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Custer: I’m a yogi, I’m a yogi baby!
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Old Man: What?
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Custer: I’m a yogi!
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Old Man: After Mr. Custer ran off thinkin' he was
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One of them yogi fellas, the Indians caught me again!
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That’s the reason you fellas see me diggin' now!
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And the medicine man told me that he was gonna let me go
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Scott-free if, if I could
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Voice 2: If you could what, if you could what?
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Old man: Move two mountains, drain a river
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Dive, swim the deep ends, oh, and pull the stop from the sky
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And I’m on my second mountain right now
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So get away from me right now! |
Get away!
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Men have walked and men have climbed
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They live like men, and so they die so bold
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But now it all has come to life
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The tale of Custer’s faithful night been’s told
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Old Man: Oh geez, fellas, get on away from me
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And let me drain this river and climb this mountain
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Oh fellas, let me alone, will you?
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Oh, get away from me, fellas
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Please let me climb this mountain! |