Calico Indians

Oh how we used to hate the sight

Of the evil rent collector coming in the night

Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it don't seem right

Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon

We had taken our 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 the 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 get the rent

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

They were belted at the waist

Red flannel pantaloons or

Those masks ..... looking things

With fringe around the neck

Horns upon their forehead

Course animal hair put on for a beard

At the pow-wow among the grotesque

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The chief wore a striped calico young lady's dress

Blow on 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 was 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

I tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent Rioters

I recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor

Ooh a little Indian man called Sander ....

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!