“The Last Arrow'” Scott Anderson White man come...White man go Took the hills that he does not own Buffalo roamed...piled up skulls Bleaching in the sun...no more Buffalo run You can take my heart...frame my soul But don't take my Last Arrow Missionary man....selling me Hope in a can....I drink it all down.....down You can take my heart...frame my soul But don't take my Last Arrow Crazy Horse walked...heard crazy talk Stabbed him in the back...put him on a rock You can take my heart...frame my soul But don't take my Last Arrow