A medicine man I
Met
Said don't get yourself in a sweat.
When things look gray,
Just shrug and say,
It musta been somethin' I et! hoctaws, chickasaws,
Chattahoochees, chippewas do.

If you're feeling mad as a wet hen,
Mad as you can possibly get, then
Pass that peace
Pipe, bury that tomahawk
Like those chichamecks, Cherokees,
Chapultepecs do.
That
Cold shoulder never solved a single complaint.
When you're older, you'll wipe off all of that
War
Paint.

If you find yourself in a fury,
Be your own judge and your own
Jury.
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like the choctaws, chickasaws,

Chattahoochees, chippewas do.

If you want to hover out west, too,
You will soon
Discover its best to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like the choktohs,
Changos,
Chattanoogas, cheekarohs do.

Even in colonial days, you
Know the
Ceremonial ways to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that tomahawk
Like those chakootamees,
Chepacheps
An' chicopees, too.
Pull your ears in, try to use a little control.
When all
Clears in, you'll be top man on the totem
Pole.

So, if you wanna be an all-right guy
Not a long face, blues-in-the-night guy
Write that apology and dispatch it!

When you quarrel, its grand to patch it!
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
Like
Those choctaws, chickasaws,
Chattahoochees, chippewas
And those chichamecks,
Cherokees,
Chapultepecs
And those chakootamees, chepacheps
An' chicopees, choktohs,
Changos,
Chattanoogas, cheekarohs do-o-o-o!

Writer : MARTIN, HUGH / BLANE, RALPH / EDENS, ROGER
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.