Killers of the Flower Moon

Gather 'round the fire boys, a story I will tell

'Bout a persecution I'm sure you don't know well

An Oklahoma tale of trading land and gems

Goin' down a river that you can't come back up again

Anna Brown was killed in May of '21

They made it look like Anna was just having too much fun

Meanwhile, in town, they threw a big parade

There stood William Hale and the range war that he waged

Just across the county, on that very day

In a pool of blood did Charles Whitehorn lay

Charles was Anna's cousin, so was Henry Roan

Who died shortly after William Hale made him a loan

William Hale had him a nephew, who'd married Mollie Kyle

Mollie was Anna's sister, and it sunk in after while

In cities across the country, all the papers read

"Reign Of Terror Continues, Another Indian Dead"

Ol' Hickory Andrew Jackson drove 'em down through Tennessee

From Ohio, came the Osage, the mountains, Cherokee

They left them there to wither on that southern Kansas soil

But this was before the man discovered oil

If you come around here with pretty flowers to sow

You might stop and notice nobody's very old

Grass grows so high, it covers up the graves

But listen for a while, and it might start givin' names

They called him the King of the Osage Hills

He went and got everybody killed

Now they talk about the weather like it's judgment coming soon

For the Killers of the Flower Moon