The Red Road (Original Version)

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Truckin’ all through the night can be lonely
Especially when you’re an Indian Okie
People stare at his long hair and braids
His ribbon shirt, his faded jeans and shades

He calls his rig “The Oklahoma Eagle”
Hauling lods, then working for the People
Sweetgrass, sage and family fill his head
He’ll live the Stomp Dance live until he’s dead

CHORUS

The Red Road fills his soul
And he can carry any load you need
You need
He’s an Indian loving life and liberty

He learned the trade from his Daddy long ago
He’s not the only Indian on the road
Ponca friends are on CB right now
Let’s have ourselves a truckin’ pow-wow!

At the old café
You listen to him say to you
“You don’t know what difference you can make”

As the trucks roll by
See the wisdom in his eye
Living right is something you can’t fake

CHORUS

The Red Road fills his soul
And he can carry any load you need
You need
He’s an Indian loving life and liberty
He’s an Indian loving life and liberty

Written by Arigon Starr
©2006 Starrwatcher Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics reprinted by Kind Permission

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ABOUT “THE RED ROAD (ORIGINAL VERSION)”

This is the track that started it all! When Arigon decided to write her first play, she drew the idea from this song — a Native truck driver on the road.