Heading to camp.
His feet were black
Your eyes are blue
There’s no difference,
Between him, me and you.
The bison hunt will resume, and the only way to survive the winter, is to work together. 
Heading to camp.
His feet were black
Your eyes are blue
There’s no difference,
Between him, me and you.
The bison hunt will resume, and the only way to survive the winter, is to work together.
