The Battle of Little Big Horn
Eddy Arnold Lyrics


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Have you ever heard the story
Of the fight of Little Big Horn
Right from the lips
Of someone that saw?

Well, I was there on that
Cold and fateful morning
Watched General Custer
And the bloody massacre

There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn

There were one thousand Indians
Standing on the river bank
Two hundred calvary
Waited there with pride

Then I saw chief Crazy Horse
Leader of the Indians
Old General Custer
With his musket by his side

Then Crazy Horse
Started things with a yell
That shattered the quiet
Of the early morn

General Custer gave out
A mighty mighty roar
And they met at the
Little Big Horn

There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn

Of the one thousand Indians
There on the river bank
Five hundred Indians
Died in the fight

And the brave calvary
That had fought there that morning
Two hundred men
Not a single one survived

There were muskets
Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'




Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
There at the Little Big Horn

Overall Meaning

The Battle of Little Big Horn is a song that recounts an important event in the history of the United States. The song's narrator claims to have been present at the battle and tells the story of the conflict from his point of view. The song describes the confrontation between General George Armstrong Custer and the Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho Native American tribes at the Little Big Horn river in Montana on June 25-26, 1876. The song is useful in that it helps to keep the memory of the Battle of Little Big Horn alive and tells the story from a unique perspective.


Line by Line Meaning

Have you ever heard the story
Have you ever heard about what happened,


Of the fight of Little Big Horn
In the battle that took place in Little Big Horn,


Right from the lips
Straight from the mouth,


Of someone that saw?
Of someone who witnessed it firsthand?


Well, I was there on that
I was present on that


Cold and fateful morning
Chilly and unfortunate morning


Watched General Custer
Observed General Custer


And the bloody massacre
And the violent killing of many people


There were muskets
There were rifles that used musket ammunition


Arrows, cannonballs a flyin'
An array of weaponry was in flight — arrows, as well as cannonballs from artillery


Yelling, screaming a lot of men were dyin'
Shrieking and clamoring filled the air as many people met their end


There at the Little Big Horn
There, in the place called Little Big Horn


There were one thousand Indians
The Native American troops numbered one thousand


Standing on the river bank
Located on the banks of a river


Two hundred calvary
Two hundred horseback-riding soldiers


Waited there with pride
Waited with a sense of honor and dignity


Then I saw chief Crazy Horse
At that moment, I caught sight of the chief, Crazy Horse


Leader of the Indians
One of the leading figures among the Native American troops


Old General Custer
Major General George Armstrong Custer


With his musket by his side
With his firearm close at hand


Then Crazy Horse
Then, Crazy Horse


Started things with a yell
Began the altercation by screaming


That shattered the quiet
Which broke the silence


Of the early morn
Of the peaceful morning


General Custer gave out
General Custer let out


A mighty mighty roar
A very powerful and loud noise


And they met at the
And they engaged in a confrontation at the


Little Big Horn
The location known as Little Big Horn


Of the one thousand Indians
Out of the one thousand Native American troops


There on the riverbank
Located at the edge of the river


Five hundred Indians
Five hundred of the Native American troops


Died in the fight
Died in the battle


And the brave cavalry
And the valiant horseback-riding soldiers


That had fought there that morning
Who had engaged in the conflict that morning


Two hundred men
Two hundred soldiers


Not a single one survived
Each and every one died




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Written by: CHASE

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