Hot Dogs And Hamburgers

Drivin' down on a dry summer's day

Old Route 66 and I was just a kid

Met a pretty little Indian girl along the way

Got her into my car and tried to give her a kiss

I'll give you beads and wampum

Whatever it takes, girl, to make you trade

She jumped into the back seat and she kinda flipped her lid

She said you're tryin' to get something for nothing

Like the pilgrims in the olden days

We rode for a while till the sun went away

And I realized it was sort of an honor bein' around this girl

I felt embarrassed of what I tried to do earlier that day

She was the saddest girl I ever knew

She told me stories about the Indian nations

How the white man stole their lives away

And although she kinda liked me, she could never trust me

And when the sun comes up, we'd go our different ways

Now everybody has got the choice

Between hotdogs and hamburgers

Every one of us has got to choose

Between right and wrong

And givin' up or holdin' on

So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in Texas

An old Indian man was waiting there

He smiled and thanked me, but he saw right through me

I could tell he didn't like me, for my kind he did not care

Because to him I was the White man

The one who sold him something that he already owned

And it was like he'd been riding in the car right there with us

And I felt ashamed of my actions

And the way the West was really won

Drove down the highway, till I came to Los Angeles

The town of the angels, the best this country can do

I got down on my knees and I asked for forgiveness

I said, Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do

Everybody has got the choice

Between hotdogs and hamburgers

Every one of us has got to choose

Between right and wrong

And givin' up or holdin' on