Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Loretta Lynn
Well, your pet name for me is Squaw
When you come home a-drinking and can barely crawl
And all that loving on me won't make things right
Well, you're leaving me at home to keep the teepee clean
Six papooses to break and wean
Well, your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well I found out a big brave chief
The game you were hunting for ain't beef
Get offa my hunting grounds and get outta my sight
This war dance I'm doing means I'm fighting mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well, that fire water that you've been drinking
Makes you feel bigger, but chief, you're shrinking
Since you've been on that love-making diet
Now don't hand me that old peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well, I found out a big brave chief
The game you're a hunting for ain't beef
Get offa my hunting grounds and get outta my sight
This war dance I'm doing means I'm fighting mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Yeah, your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Your Squaw Is on the Warpath was written by Loretta Lynn.
Your Squaw Is on the Warpath was produced by Owen Bradley.
Loretta Lynn released Your Squaw Is on the Warpath on Mon Sep 30 1968.