Whooping Crane - Eric Taylor

I Think I’ll look around for a whooping crane

I Think I’ll look around for a whooping crane

What do ya think this pain has got me?

You think I’m uptight but I’m not

It’s just that, I look around for a whooping crane

and I can’t find one…

So, I Think I’ll look around for a drinking stream

I think I’ll look around for a drinking stream

They say you turned the water to wine

And they must have been right this time because

I look around for a drinking stream but I can’t find one…

Mighty red man painted ponies brown

Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground

and the bulletts they spin your dreams around

and they paint your face on the penny brown

So, I think I’ll look around for the Yellowstones

I think I’ll look around for the Yellowstones

Set your eyes on the eagle’s flight,

Cause the, the eyes of God have lost their sight

I look around for the Yellowstones, but I can’t find one…

Mighty red man painted ponies brown

Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground

And the bulletts they spin your dreams around

And they paint your face on the penny brown

Think I’ll look around for a whooping crane

I Think I’ll look around for a whooping crane

What do ya think this pain has got me?

You think I’m uptight but I’m not, it's just that

I look around for a whooping crane and I can’t find one…