Little Big Horn - Running Wild

Hey Mr. Custer

Why do you dare the hand of fate?

The claw of death waits to grab

A golden medal, your honor idolized

Your heart is stone, your blood is iced

Ceaseless rifle fire

Blowing your dreams away

The barrels are running hot

What a painful bloody day

Last fight at little big horn

The hand of death was waiting

To take the soldier blue away

Last fight at little big horn

Where the last command was given

And all the soldiers fought in vain

The soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attack

A touch of death, the shotguns crack

The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red

Why did you lead them to this trap?

Ceaseless rifle fire

Blowing your dreams away

The barrels are running hot

What a painful bloody day

Last fight at little big horn

The hand of death was waiting

To take the soldier blue away

Last fight at little big horn

Where the last command was given

And all the soldiers fought in vain