Gather round the fire boys
A story I will tell
About a persecution
I'm sure you don't know well

An Oklahoma tale
Of trading land and gems
And goin' down a river
That you can't come
Back up again

Anna Brown was killed
In May of '21
They made it look like Anna
Was just having too much fun

Meanwhile in town
They threw a big parade
There stood William Hale
And the range war
That he waged

Just across the county
On that very day
In a pool of blood did
Charles Whitehorn lay

Charles was Anna's cousin
So was Henry Roan
Who died shortly after
William Hale made him a loan

William Hale had him a
Nephew who'd married Mollie Kyle
Mollie was Anna's sister
And it sunk in after while

In cities across the country
All the papers read
" Reign Of Terror Continues
Another, Indian Dead "

Ol' Hickory Andrew Jackson
Drove 'em down through Tennessee
From Ohio came the Osage
The mountains, Cherokee

They left 'em
There to wither on
That southern Kansas soil
But this was before
The man, discovered oil

If you come around here
With pretty flowers to sow
You might stop and notice
Nobody's very old

Grass grows so high
It covers up the graves
But listen for a while
And it might
Start givin' names

They called him
The King of the
Osage Hills
He went and got
Everybody killed
Now they talk about
The weather like
It's judgment coming soon

For the killers of the
Flower Moon