Seven Little Indians Lyrics

Song	Seven Little Indians
Artist	John Hiatt
Album	Stolen Moments
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	作词 : Hiatt
	There were seven little indians
	Living in a brick house on
	Central avenue
	Gathered 'round their daddy
	Tellin' stories in the living room
	From a slightly unrealistic point of view
	Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere
	Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in
	The seven little indians new
	If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
	Somehow it would not pass inspection
	The big chief railed on
	And spun his tales of brave conquest
	About the moving of his little band
	Up to alaska
	Where the caribou run free
	See he had been there putting in telephone lines
	For the army during world war ii
	Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon
	For the little indians to see
	And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves
	And a coat with beads around the collar
	His wife kept them in the mothballs
	Underneath the hudson bays
	And every once and a while he'd get all wound up
	With one of his stories, he'd put them all on
	And dance around in that blue tv light
	Like it was some campfire blazing away
	Well he stamped and he hollered
	But he could not stay warm in that living room
	And even the seven little indians could feel the chill
	And although everything always worked
	Out for the better in all of his stories
	In that old brick house it always felt like
	Something was movin' in for the kill
	Blazing like a trail
	Shot through the eyes of the seven little indians
	Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky
	Up above anchorage
	Blazing like a star shot down to the ground
	Back home again in indiana
	Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
	They started dropping like flies
	The oldest little indian got sick and vanished
	The big chief went two years later
	The mother raised the six little indians up
	The best she could
	To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen
	But they all shared this common denominator
	You see, all the characters in the big chief's stories
	Were named after the seven little indians
	And like i said, in his stories everything
	Always worked out for the better
	And now as i'm telling this stuff to my own kids
	Dancing around in that blue tv light
	Well, i wish i had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves
	And that coat with beads around the collar

	zuo ci : Hiatt
	There were seven little indians
	Living in a brick house on
	Central avenue
	Gathered ' round their daddy
	Tellin' stories in the living room
	From a slightly unrealistic point of view
	Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere
	Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in
	The seven little indians new
	If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
	Somehow it would not pass inspection
	The big chief railed on
	And spun his tales of brave conquest
	About the moving of his little band
	Up to alaska
	Where the caribou run free
	See he had been there putting in telephone lines
	For the army during world war ii
	Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon
	For the little indians to see
	And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves
	And a coat with beads around the collar
	His wife kept them in the mothballs
	Underneath the hudson bays
	And every once and a while he' d get all wound up
	With one of his stories, he' d put them all on
	And dance around in that blue tv light
	Like it was some campfire blazing away
	Well he stamped and he hollered
	But he could not stay warm in that living room
	And even the seven little indians could feel the chill
	And although everything always worked
	Out for the better in all of his stories
	In that old brick house it always felt like
	Something was movin' in for the kill
	Blazing like a trail
	Shot through the eyes of the seven little indians
	Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky
	Up above anchorage
	Blazing like a star shot down to the ground
	Back home again in indiana
	Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
	They started dropping like flies
	The oldest little indian got sick and vanished
	The big chief went two years later
	The mother raised the six little indians up
	The best she could
	To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen
	But they all shared this common denominator
	You see, all the characters in the big chief' s stories
	Were named after the seven little indians
	And like i said, in his stories everything
	Always worked out for the better
	And now as i' m telling this stuff to my own kids
	Dancing around in that blue tv light
	Well, i wish i had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves
	And that coat with beads around the collar

	zuò cí : Hiatt
	There were seven little indians
	Living in a brick house on
	Central avenue
	Gathered ' round their daddy
	Tellin' stories in the living room
	From a slightly unrealistic point of view
	Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere
	Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in
	The seven little indians new
	If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
	Somehow it would not pass inspection
	The big chief railed on
	And spun his tales of brave conquest
	About the moving of his little band
	Up to alaska
	Where the caribou run free
	See he had been there putting in telephone lines
	For the army during world war ii
	Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon
	For the little indians to see
	And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves
	And a coat with beads around the collar
	His wife kept them in the mothballs
	Underneath the hudson bays
	And every once and a while he' d get all wound up
	With one of his stories, he' d put them all on
	And dance around in that blue tv light
	Like it was some campfire blazing away
	Well he stamped and he hollered
	But he could not stay warm in that living room
	And even the seven little indians could feel the chill
	And although everything always worked
	Out for the better in all of his stories
	In that old brick house it always felt like
	Something was movin' in for the kill
	Blazing like a trail
	Shot through the eyes of the seven little indians
	Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky
	Up above anchorage
	Blazing like a star shot down to the ground
	Back home again in indiana
	Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop
	They started dropping like flies
	The oldest little indian got sick and vanished
	The big chief went two years later
	The mother raised the six little indians up
	The best she could
	To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen
	But they all shared this common denominator
	You see, all the characters in the big chief' s stories
	Were named after the seven little indians
	And like i said, in his stories everything
	Always worked out for the better
	And now as i' m telling this stuff to my own kids
	Dancing around in that blue tv light
	Well, i wish i had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves
	And that coat with beads around the collar

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