Mooshatanio - Jimmie Driftwood

Written by：Jimmie Driftwood

Along about eighteen hundred I guess

I took me a trip into the wilderness

Crossed the mississippi let my rifle roar

No white man had ever been there before

I turned my face to the setting sun

And I lived by my knife and I lived by my gun

I came to a river called the little buffalo

Met a pretty maiden called mooshatanio

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

Hugged her and I kissed her on the little buffalo

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

The big chief's daughter was the mooshatanio

A brave called buzzard and a brave called crow

And a brave called hawk was for mooshatanio

They had a big battle with the arrow and the bow

And the hawk shot the buzzard and the buzzard shot the crow

The hawk and I went a hunting on a hill

And I knew it was me he was wanting to kill

Left him a land where the honey suckles grow

And said goodbye to my mooshatanio

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

I hugged her and I kissed her on the little buffalo

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

The big chief's daughter was the mooshatanio

I went back home my mother to see

And stayed thirty years in middle tennessee

When I got back to the little buffalo

They showed me the grave of my mooshatanio

The young chief's heart was brave and true

His hair was red and his eyes were blue

His father and his mother he let me know

Was the great white spirit and the mooshatanio

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

He was my son but I couldn't let him know

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

The great white spirit and the mooshatanio

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

I hugged her and I kissed her on the little buffalo

Mooshatanio mooshatanio

The big chief's daughter was the mooshatanio