Lyrics Jimmy Driftwood - Mooshatanio

Along about eighteen-hundred, I guess

I took me a trip into the wilderness

Crossed the Mississippi, let my rifle roar

No white man had ever been there before

I turned my face to the settin' sun

And I lived by my knife and I lived by my gun

I came to a river, called the Little Buffalo

And met a pretty maiden, called Mooshatanio

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Mooshatanio – Mooshatanio

I hugged her and I kissed her on the Little Buffalo

Mooshatanio – Mooshatanio

The Big Chief's daughter was the Mooshatanio

A brave, called Buzzard and a brave, called Crow

And a brave called Hawk, was for Mooshatanio

They had a big battle with the arrow and the bow

And the Hawk shot the Buzzard and the Buzzard shot the Crow

The Hawk and I went a-hunting on a hill

And I knew, it was me, he was wanting to kill

I left him a land where the honey suckles grow

And said goodbye to my Mooshatanio

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I went back home, my Mother to see

And stayed thirty years in Middle Tennessee

When I got back to the Little Buffalo

They showed me the grave of my Mooshatanio

The young chief's heart was brave and true

His hair was red and his eyes were blue

His father and his mother, he let me know

Was the Great White Spirit and the Mooshatanio

Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio

He was my son, but I couldn't let him know

Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio

The Great White Spirit and the Mooshatanio