Gather round the fire boys a story I will tellAbout a persecution I'm sure you don't know wellAn Oklahoma tale of trading land and gemsAnd goin' down a river that you can't come back up againAnna Brown was killed in May of 21They made it look like Anna was just having too much funMeanwhile in town they threw a big paradeThere stood William Hale and the range war that he wagedJust across the county on that very dayIn a pool of blood did Charles Whitehorn layCharles was Anna's cousin, so was Henry RoanWho died shortly after William Hale made him a loanWilliam Hale had him a nephew who'd married Mollie KyleMollie was Anna's sister and it sunk in after whileIn cities across the country all the papers readReign Of Terror Continues, Another Indian DeadOl' Hickory Andrew Jackson drove em down through TennesseeFrom Ohio came the Osage the mountains, CherokeeThey left em there to wither on that southern Kansas soilBut this was before the man discovered oilIf you come around here with pretty flowers to sowYou might stop and notice nobody's very oldGrass grows so high it covers up the gravesBut listen for a while and it might start givin' namesThey called him the King of the Osage HillsHe went and got everybody killedNow they talk about the weather like it's judgment coming soonFor the Killers of the Flower Moon
