White Deer
You are so beautiful
When you are near
I feel so wonderful
You sell souvenirs
You’re quite a panacea

I wish you were mine
Little Indian
Fine little Indian girl

White Deer
Buck-naked down the path
I feel so queer
Watching you take a bath
Platte River’s clear
And I’m just a voyeur for ya

I wish you were mine
Little Indian
Fine little Indian girl

Now I can’t remember
When I’ve seen such loveliness
On a prettier prairie woman
Completely undressed
Well I waded in the river
But I could not swim
Then you put into a big canoe
With fur trapper Jim
Upon flowing water
The big chief’s daughter disappeared
From here

Fertile bottom
White Deer
You ruined my short vacation
I’ll wait all year
Out on the reservation
My only fear
My wife and kids
Are at the ranger station

I wish you were mine
Little Indian
Fine little Indian girl

Give me a sign
Little Indian
Fine little Indian girl

Don’t make me pine
Little Indian
Fine little Indian girl