Cactus Flower Rag

Beautiful child
Poorest in the nation
Living your life
On the reservation
Open your eyes
Open your eyes

Beautiful child
You’ll die out on the highway
Navajo child
Try and see it my way
Open your eyes
Open your eyes

Well, they’ll never let you get ahead
They’re only looking for a few good men
And if you understood what’s ahead
You wouldn’t want to grow up

You’re better off with the N.A.C.
You’re better off with the N.A.C.