Seven Little Indians Lyrics - My Kind Of Town: The Lost 1993 Chicago Broadcast - John Hiatt

There were seven little Indians 

Living in a brick house on 

Central Avenue 

Gathered 'round their daddy 

Tellin' stories in the living room 

From a slightly unrealistic point of view 

Momma was off yonder in the kitchen somewhere 

Boiling up some hot water for them to all get up to their necks in 

The seven little Indians new 

If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household 

Somehow it would not pass inspection 

The big chief railed on 

And spun his tales of brave conquest 

About the moving of his little band 

Up to Alaska 

Where the caribou run free 

See he had been there putting in telephone lines 

For the army during World War II 

Even brought back a picture of a frozen mastodon 

For the little Indians to see 

And some mukluks and some sealskin gloves 

And a coat with beads around the collar 

His wife kept them in the mothballs 

Underneath the Hudson Bays 

And every once and a while he'd get all wound up 

With one of his stories, he'd put them all on 

And dance around in that blue TV light 

Like it was some campfire blazing away 

Well he stamped and he hollered 

But he could not stay warm in that living room 

And even the seven little Indians could feel the chill 

And although everything always worked 

Out for the better in all of his stories 

In that old brick house it always felt like 

Something was movin' in for the kill 

Blazing like a trail 

Shot through the eyes of the seven little Indians 

Blazing like the sheets of light dancing up in the sky 

Up above Anchorage 

Blazing like a star shot down to the ground 

Back home again in Indiana 

Now it finally got so quiet you could hear a pin drop 

They started dropping like flies 

The oldest little Indian got sick and vanished 

The big chief went two years later 

The mother raised the six little Indians up 

The best she could 

To be housewives, musicians, and insurance salesmen 

But they all shared this common denominator 

You see, all the characters in the big chief's stories 

Were named after the seven little Indians 

And like I said, in his stories everything 

Always worked out for the better 

And now as I'm telling this stuff to my own kids 

Dancing around in that blue TV light 

Well, I wish I had those mukluks, those sealskin gloves 

And that coat with beads around the collar 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

Linkin Park Honors Chester Bennington In The Emotional Video For 'One More Light' 

Watch Beck's Heroic New Music Video For 'Up All Night' 

Photos