We were plying indians up in the trees
The two sisters were my squaws i was the chief
We build a little platform about 6ft high
A shelter to protect ourselves
We were so young so the game became serious
And in the hectic of the game they pushed me
And i fell on my back and the hit cut my breath
Couldn’t move couldn’t talk

And i try not to cry

Like a turtle on its back i must have looked so bad
Didn’t wanna show the so i said that i’m all right
Took all my energy together to reach the soft and tender pet
And then took a rest