Born to his native land
Gonna be a big strong man
bow and arrow in his hand he would die for his home
Want to breath the mountain air river flowing cyrstal clear he would die for his home.
Oh lord cant you see he's a man just like me but he came from a different seed a long time ago.
Wants to be a Carson lad
your a big stong Irish man shove a pistol in his hand he found a new home
Further to the west they spread alot of natives died as they fled shove a pistol in his hand he found a new home alot of good people bled to find a new home.
Oh lord cant you see he's a man just like me but he came from a different seed a long time ago.
No where left to run only friend is a smoking gun sure misses his baby's son he a long way from home
Never filled with some much pride now they stand baby eyed
No nicks eye when he died his story lives on.