Seven Little Indians-John Hiatt

[ti:Seven Little Indians] [ar:John Hiatt] [al:Stolen Moments] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Seven Little Indians (Album Version) - John Hiatt [00:31.48]There were seven little Indians [00:33.41] [00:36.23]Livin' in a brick house on Central Avenue [00:38.50] [00:41.25]Gathered 'round their daddy [00:43.18]Tellin' stories in the living room [00:44.96] [00:45.88]From a slightly unrealistic point of view [00:48.54] [00:50.74]Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere [00:53.83] [00:55.54]Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in [01:00.07] [01:00.65]The seven little Indians knew [01:02.82]If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household [01:05.65] [01:06.51]Somehow it would not pass inspection [01:08.41] [01:20.27]Big chief railed on [01:21.86]And spun his tales of brave conquest [01:23.82] [01:24.95]About the moving of his little band [01:26.86]Up to Alaska where the caribou run free [01:29.03] [01:29.88]See he'd done time putting in telephone lines [01:32.78]For the army during World War II [01:35.01]And even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon [01:38.25]For the little Indians to see [01:40.03]And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves [01:42.16] [01:42.85]And a coat with beads around the collar [01:45.31]His wife kept them in the mothballs [01:47.44] [01:48.03]Underneath the Hudson Bays [01:48.94] [01:49.59]And every once and a while he'd get wound up [01:51.98]With one of his stories he'd put them all on [01:54.06] [01:54.66]And dance around in that blue TV screen light [01:57.31]Like it was some campfire blazing away [01:59.49] [02:09.58]Well he stamped and he hollered [02:11.93]But he could not stay warm in that living room [02:14.65]And even the seven little Indians [02:16.37]Well they could feel the chill [02:18.12] [02:19.35]And although everything always worked [02:21.02]Out for the better in all of his stories [02:23.30]In that old brick house it always felt like [02:25.45]Something was movin' in for the kill [02:27.69] [02:29.38]Blazing like a trail [02:30.90] [02:31.83]Shot through the eyes of the seven little Indians [02:34.31]Blazing like an arrow [02:36.10]Shot (Incomprehensible) stronghold out in Arizona [02:39.22] [02:40.22]Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky [02:43.78]Up above Anchorage [02:44.77] [02:45.34]Blazing like a star shot down to the ground [02:48.67]Back home again in Indiana [02:49.94] [03:09.54]Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop [03:12.60]They started dropping like flies [03:14.42]The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished [03:17.07]And the big chief went two years later [03:18.65] [03:19.30]And the mama raised the six little Indians up [03:21.66]The best she could [03:22.75] [03:23.32]To be housewives musicians and insurance salesmen [03:25.96]But they all shared this common denominator [03:28.15] [03:37.66]You see all the characters in the big chief's stories [03:41.53]Were named after the seven little Indians [03:44.00]And like I said in his stories everything [03:46.75]Always worked out for the better [03:48.75]And now as I'm telling this stuff to my own kids [03:52.50]Dancing around the TV screen light [03:54.86]Well I wish I had those mukluks those sealskin gloves [03:58.76] [03:59.92]And that coat with beads around the collar