Ten Little Indians
Ten little Indians
Standing in a line
One get executed,
And then there were nine.
Nine little Indians
Haven\'t long to wait
One got syphilis,
And then there were eight.
Eight little Indians
Tryin\' to get to Heaven
One found Jesus,
And then there were seven.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Seven little Indians
Playing pick up sticks
One got burned real bad,
And then there were six.
Six little Indians
Trying to stay alive
One didn\'t do so well,
And then there were five.
Five little Indians
Bangin\' on the door
One got in,
And then there were four.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Four little Indians
Hiding in a tree
One passed out drunk,
And then there were three.
Three little Indians
Not much left to do
One left for Mexico,
And then there were two.
Two little Indians
Playin\' with a gun
One got shot,
And then there was one.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
One little Indian
Nothing to be done
He went and hanged himself,
And then there were none.
Standing in a line
One get executed,
And then there were nine.
Nine little Indians
Haven\'t long to wait
One got syphilis,
And then there were eight.
Eight little Indians
Tryin\' to get to Heaven
One found Jesus,
And then there were seven.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Seven little Indians
Playing pick up sticks
One got burned real bad,
And then there were six.
Six little Indians
Trying to stay alive
One didn\'t do so well,
And then there were five.
Five little Indians
Bangin\' on the door
One got in,
And then there were four.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Four little Indians
Hiding in a tree
One passed out drunk,
And then there were three.
Three little Indians
Not much left to do
One left for Mexico,
And then there were two.
Two little Indians
Playin\' with a gun
One got shot,
And then there was one.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
One little Indian
Nothing to be done
He went and hanged himself,
And then there were none.
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Douglas Wilson, Gary L. Usher
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