| General Custer told me | 
| We were going for a ride | 
| Over by the Big Horn river | 
| Where the water is deep and wide | 
| Soon as I get my hair done | 
| He said, «We will win the war | 
| Go on out and tell the boys | 
| What they are fighting for» | 
| And he said, «A-give somebody a medal | 
| Give somebody a three-day pass | 
| Tell 'em 'bout a light at the end of the tunnel | 
| And tell 'em to hold their sass | 
| And pass me my lookin' glass» | 
| Out in the buffalo moonlight | 
| I thought I heard a bird | 
| One old Indian fighter went pale | 
| Said, «What was that I heard | 
| Sixteen thousand nightingales | 
| Stomping through the pass | 
| Tell that idiot matinee fool | 
| To get us out and fast» | 
| And he yelled, «A-give somebody a medal | 
| Give somebody a three-day pass | 
| Tell 'em 'bout a light at the end of the tunnel | 
| And tell 'em to hold their sass | 
| And pass me my lookin' glass» | 
| Dawn come up like taxes | 
| And what d’you suppose I see | 
| Every Indian in history | 
| Tapping his toes at me | 
| Things was lookin' shaky | 
| Some of them boys was large | 
| And what do you suppose old Custer done | 
| You know, he hollered, «Charge!» | 
| Nobody told the Indians | 
| Who old Custer was | 
| They commenced to stick to us | 
| Like peaches stick to fuzz | 
| Nobody told the Indians | 
| They was supposed to run | 
| And just as they did Custer in | 
| What do you suppose he done | 
| He hollered, «Give somebody a medal | 
| A-give somebody a three-day pass | 
| Tell 'em 'bout light at the end of the tunnel | 
| And tell 'em to hold their sass | 
| And pass me my lookin' glass» |