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What y’all boys doing out there get the hell outta there now
You wild Indians Get off my land
I’ve been dead for many years but I’m in the woods right now
I’m watching you boy sittin up there on that porch
All that wood I planted your daddy cut it I didn’t say he could
You and your sister and her husband You ain’t nothing but wild Indians
Get off my land I’m tired of telling you but I still told
john to get off my land
One night Grace came around
And she told Papa Joe sit down You’r scaring them children
They just trying to have a good ole time The’re not wild Indians the’re just your
boys I know they stole your stuff but there your
And he said, Wild Indians don’t tell me woman what they are
I saw them in the barn and they was stealing all my stuff
So when you are out there at night on the farm
When you hear a crow or a turkey buzzard Toad, white tail, squall
Somethin scare you Just remember it’s old Papa Joe
Cause he’s still around And he’s chasin wild Indians
Get off my land I ain’t gonna tell you one more time to
get the hell off my land