Making a Noise
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
Everyone has a song
God gave us each a song
That's how we know who we are
Everyone has a song
We have come, heat the drum
The land trembles with dancing
We have come, bang the drum
The land trembles with dancing
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
I don't want your promise
I don't want your whiskey
I don't want your blood on my hands
Only want what belongs to me
I think you thought I was gone
I think you thought I was dead
You won't admit that you was wrong
Ain't there some shit that should be said
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
The Indian dancers stop and stare at him
Like he was bad weather
He keeps dancing
And knocks loose an eagle feather
The drums stop
This is the kind of silence that frightens white men
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
No Indians allowed
No Indians allowed
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
Everyone has a song
God gave us each a song
That's how we know who we are
Everyone has a song
We have come, heat the drum
The land trembles with dancing
We have come, bang the drum
The land trembles with dancing
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
I don't want your promise
I don't want your whiskey
I don't want your blood on my hands
Only want what belongs to me
I think you thought I was gone
I think you thought I was dead
You won't admit that you was wrong
Ain't there some shit that should be said
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
The Indian dancers stop and stare at him
Like he was bad weather
He keeps dancing
And knocks loose an eagle feather
The drums stop
This is the kind of silence that frightens white men
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
Making a noise in this world
You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
Making a noise in this world
No Indians allowed
No Indians allowed
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Simon Bernstein, Robbie Robertson
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- Happy Holidays - Single
- Theme for The Irishman
- Sinematic
- I Hear You Paint Houses
- Interview with Robin Ross 1994
- Testimony
- He Don't Live Here No More (Radio Edit)
- How To Become Clairvoyant (Deluxe)
- How To Become Clairvoyant (Disc 1)
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