JOHNNY LOBO

Once upon a dusty reservation 
Somewhere in the land of Sitting Bull
Johnny Lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces
Locked inside a heaven gone to hell

All the dreams were gone but not forgotten 
Murdered like the holy buffalo
But Johnny Lobo knew the rules and grew into a warrior
Fightin' for his people and his soul

Oh Johnny Lobo oh Johnny Lobo

Loaded down with lessons that he carried 
Home from VietNam to Wounded Knee
Johnny Lobo burned a flag he knew had been dishonored
Paid the price for thinking he was free

Someone set his house on fire, burned it to the ground
With his wife and children locked inside
Later when the bitter tears were falling to the ashes
Something good in Johnny Lobo died

Oh Johnny Lobo oh Johnny Lobo

In a darkened corner of a tavern 
Burning down old memories again
Johnny Lobo stares into the smoke and dream of clouds
Runnin' like wild horses with the wind

Holy Phoenix rising from the ashes 
Into the circle of the sun
Johnny Lobo's warrior heart was burnished in the embers 
And the battle's just begun

Oh Johnny Lobo oh Johnny Lobo