That an old man, Miller his name, met him on a dusty road. Got off the bus, heard him singing, sitting in a rocking chair. I said, where you been? Tell me your story, I'm ready now, let's begin. He said, ooh, red Indian girl, I found her heart in so many places. Ooh, red Indian girl, I see her smile in so many faces. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. The person I miss the most, I never asked if I could love him. He talked and he talked for so many hours, I listened to his every word. I sat at his feet and looked in his eyes, now I know what he meant. I'll tell you what he meant. He said, ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl, I found her heart in so many places. Ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl, I see her smile in so many faces. ♪ Come on, come on, come on. ♪ ♪ Old man, no longer alone. I'll be your red Indian friend. You'll say, ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl. I found her heart in so many places. Ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl. I see her smile in so many faces. Ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl. I found her heart in so many places. Ooh, ooh, ooh, red Indian girl. I see her smile in so many faces. Her smile is the sun and her eyes are like the moon. ♪