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Drivin down a dry summers dayOld route 66 and I was just a kid.Met a pretty little indian girlAlong the wayGet her into my carAnd tried to give her a kiss.Ill give you beads and wampumWhatever it takes, girlTo make you trade.She jumped into the back seatAnd she kinda flipped her lid.She said, youre trying to getSomethin for nothinlike the pilgrims in the olden days.We rode for a whileTill the sun went awayAnd I realized it was a sort of an honorJust beinaround this girl.I felt embarassedOf what I tried to do earlier that day.She was the saddest girl, I ever knew.She told me stories about the indian nationsAnd how the white man stole their lives away.And although she kinda liked meShe could never tust meSongtexteAnd when the sun comes upWed go our different ways.Chorus:Now everybody has got the choiceBetween hotdogs and hamburgers.Every one of us has got to chooseBetween right and wrongAnd givin up or holdin on.So I dropped her offAt some railroad crossing in texas.An old indian man was waiting there.He smiled and thanked meBut he saw right through me.I could tell, he didnt like meFor my kind, he didnt care.Because to him, I was the white manThe one who sold him somethingThat he already owned.And it was like hed been ridin in theCar right there with usAnd I felt ashamed of my actionsAnd the way the west was really won.So I drove down the highwayTill I came to los angelesTo the town of the angelsThe best, this country can do.I got down on my kneesAnd I ask for forgivenessI said, lord, forgive usFor we know not, what we do.Chorus:Now everybody has got the choiceBetween hotdogs and hamburgers.Every one of us has got to chooseBetween right and wrongAnd givin up or holdin on. Aus Songtexte Mania