Louis Riel

Silver lines are drawn
Wrapped in golden twine
I've heard tell of you
In ways you would deny

Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum

Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by

I've listened way too long
To all your stolen lines
The railroad soon will own
All you've left behind

Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum

Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by

Hang there, all alone