Four Corners

Four Corners indians conquered, indians conquered

I hear the drumming off in the distance

some sound of a lost tribe or not

indians say, "We're a conquered race"

not hard to imagine seeing Jesus's face

indians conquered

some shaman or doctor dancing a prayer

some type of sound, sundance

sweatlodge or pow-wow fair

now you can tell your friends

you've been to tuba city

like those peaks beyond Durango

go conquere the mountains

and welcome to Four Corners

great things happen when men and mountains meet

and, "It's not about the bike"

Four Corners conquered