I'm driving down on a dry summer's day Rode Route 66 when I was just a kid Met a pretty little Indian girl along the way Got her into my car and tried to give her a kiss I'll give you a beach and water Whatever it takes, yeah, to make you trip She jumped into the backseat and she kind of flipped a little She said the Chinese sucked it for nothing Like the pilgrims in the olden days We rode for a while till the sun went away And I realized it was sort of an honor being around this girl I felt embarrassed at what I tried to do earlier that day She was the saddest girl I ever knew She told me stories about the Indian nation How a white man stole their lives away And although she kind of liked me, she could never trust me When the sun comes up, we go our different ways Now everybody has got to choose Between hot dogs and hamburgers Every one of us has got to choose Between running around and giving up Oh, who do you choose? So I dropped her off at some railroad cross in Texas An old Indian man was waiting there He smiled and thanked me, but he saw right through me I could tell he didn't like me for my kind he did not care It cost him, I was the white man He wanted something that he already owned And it was like he was riding in a car back there with us And I felt ashamed of my actions And the way the West was really wrong So I drove down the highway till I came to Los Angeles The town of the angels, the best this country can be I got down on my knees and I asked for forgiveness I said, Lord, forgive us for we don't know what we're doing Now everybody has got to choose Between hot dogs and hamburgers Every one of us has got to choose Between running around and giving up Oh, who do you choose? Oh, who do you choose?