ABOUT AGENT 49
Woe is the life of the Rez Cop. "There is a real Agent 49 -- but I wouldn't dare blow his cover," she grinned. "I have always thought those Indian guys and gals who dare to be Tribal Policemen deserved a song of their own."
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He was tired of seeing good
Disappear from his neighborhood
It was the last straw, man
So, he became a law man
Here, Dear
Deep brown skin, pure Indian stock
Six foot five, built like a rock
Bad guys better run, man!
He's got a gun, man
Here, Dear
CHORUS
Agent 49
He's out fighting crime
With his Rez Car
Outlaws won't get far
Cruising Highway 28
Agent 49 met his fate
He skillfully hunted
Caught a Ten Most Wanted
Here, Dear
The legend grew and he found fame
There's even a pow-wow in his name
He's got his own drum, man
He's having fun, man
Here, dear
CHORUS
Written by Arigon Starr
© 2000 Starrwatcher Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics reprinted by Kind Permission
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