Hey Mr. Custer,
  Why do you dare the hand of fate?
  The claw of death waits to grab
  A golden medal, your honor idolized
  Your heart is stone, your blood is iced
    Ceaseless rifle fire
  Blowing your dreams away
  The barrels are running hot
  What a painful bloody day
    Last fight at little big horn
  The hand of death was waiting
  To take the soldier blue away
  Last fight at little big horn
  Where the last command was given
  And all the soldiers fought in vain
    The soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attack
  A touch of death, the shotguns crack
  The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red
  Why did you lead them to this trap?
    Ceaseless rifle fire
  Blowing your dreams away
  The barrels are running hot
  What a painful bloody day
    Last fight at little big horn
  The hand of death was waiting
  To take the soldier blue away
  Last fight at little big horn
  Where the last command was given
  And all the soldiers fought in vain