Fool - General Custer

General G.A. Custer In a Hemi Plymouth duster Rips through the Badlands Unwittingly into his last stand... Some young warriors in an old Pontiac Wiped him out - in one quick attack. Laying out on the plains dying His widow left crying The stop light he ignored Always kept his throttle floored Got what he greedily craved Cost him an early grave His motor was worn out By the time he heard the Indians shout. Now 'fool' is his eternal fame 'Defeat and Destruction' forever his name His soul in such pain Stands sullen on the plains Starring at his own bleached bones As an old praire junkyard is now Their permanent home Never more to run free again The high cost of such foolish sin.