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

Fighting for his people and his soul

Oh...... Johnny Lobo

Oh...... Johnny Lobo

Loaded down with lessons that he carried

Home from Viet Nam 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

Running 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