Rattlebone - Robbie Robertson

Pay no mind to his messed up hair

Pay no mind to the clothes he wears

It’s just the hours he’s been keepin'

Ain’t been doing too much sleeping

They dyed his hair and hid his feathers

And told him he was Latin

'Til he came chanting down the street

Like a cannibal in Manhattan

Rattlebone

Rattlebone

Shake it for the war chief

All night long

Rattlebone

Rattlebone

Sweet medicine

To each his own

One sky above

One earth below

One sky above us One earth below

Here’s where we go off the map

Out past the power lines

Up that little side road without a sign

Hidden from the mainstream

The keepers of the ancient future

Keepers of the drum

They don’t preserve it They live it Rattlebone

Rattlebone

Shake it for the war chief

All night long

Rattlebone

Rattlebone

Get down on your knees

And praise the dawn