Calico Indians - Rasputina

Oh how we used to hate the sight
Of the evil rent collector coming in the night
Got to tithe the 40 bushels but it don't seem right
Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon
We had taken a wilderness
And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress
Never owning what we tilled below the crescent moon
Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon
The sheriff was about to sell their cows
Or otherwise extort the rent
So they met in barns and in out of the way places
To scheme all night on how to gain their ends
What do you wear for civil war in 1844
In upstate New York
What do you wear for civil war in 1844
In upstate New York
These Indians wore Calico dresses
Belted at the waist
Red flannel pantaloons
Oh Those masks were awful looking things
With fringe around the neck
Horns upon the forehead
Coarse animal hair glued on for a beard
At this pow-wow among the grotesque
The chief wore a striped calico long lady's dress
Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land Laws should be abolished
What are you waiting for it's 1844
The worm has begun to turn
I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn their accusers
With threatening talk and rough tough threatening gestures
The feeling waxed stronger and stronger
Stronger and stronger
They tried to talk like real Indians might
Me want cider and the like
Many a head had worn this crown of feathers
Had tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent Rioters
I recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor
A real indian man called Sander-Vatheverander
Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley
Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally
The Feudal Land Laws should be abolished
What are you waiting for it's 1844
The worm has begun to turn
Three four five waaah
Waaah