Killers of the Flower MoonWritten by: Charley Crockett & T-Bone BurnettVideo by: Paul Ribera / RaincloudstoriesFollow Charley Crockett:http://charleycrockett.com​http://www.instagram.com/charleycrocketthttps://www.facebook.com/charleycrockettmusichttps://twitter.com/charleycrocketthttps://www.tiktok.com/@charleycrockettLyrics:Gather round the fire boys a story I will tellAbout a persecution I’m sure you don’t know wellAn Oklahoma tale of trading land and gemsAnd goin’ down a river that you can’t come back up again Anna Brown was killed in May of ‘21They made it look like Anna was just having too much funMeanwhile in town they threw a big paradeThere stood William Hale and the range war that he waged Just across the county on that very dayIn a pool of blood did Charles Whitehorn layCharles was Anna’s cousin, so was Henry RoanWho died shortly after William Hale made him a loan William Hale had him a nephew who’d married Mollie KyleMollie was Anna’s sister and it sunk in after whileIn cities across the country all the papers read“Reign Of Terror Continues, Another Indian Dead” Ol’ Hickory Andrew Jackson drove ‘em down through TennesseeFrom Ohio came the Osage the mountains, CherokeeThey left ‘em there to wither on that southern Kansas soilBut this was before the man discovered oil If you come around here with pretty flowers to sowYou might stop and notice nobody’s very oldGrass grows so high it covers up the gravesBut listen for a while and it might start givin’ names They called him the King of the Osage HillsHe went and got everybody killedNow they talk about the weather like it’s judgment coming soonFor the Killers of the Flower Moon#killersoftheflowermoon #charleycrockett