Parce qu’il avait grandi dans le culte des indiens, Peter LaFarge s’est plus tard fait passer pour un indien. Cavalier de rodéo, puis folksinger, mais toujours indien. On lui doit un certain nombre de titres et d’enregistrements, avec beaucoup de chansons de cowboys, et quelques chansons… sur les indiens. C’est ainsi qu’on trouve sur ce site sa célèbre Ballad For Ira Hayes. Il avait été l’ami de Cisco Houston, puis de Johnny Cash, qui a enregistré certaines de ses chansons, dont Ira Hayes et White Girl.

Cette dernière est une chanson de plus sur les indiens. Non pas les indiens mythiques et libres d’avant la conquête de l’Ouest, mais les indiens brisés visant sur leurs réserves. Ici, le personnage vit une liaison amoureuse avec une femme. Mais elle et blanche et ne peut envisager de se marier avec un indien. Il retourne parmi les siens, devenu alcoolique et perdu dans ses regrets.

WHITE GIRL

I am stunned and I am broken and my head is in my hand
For she who said she love me will not wed an Indian man

My Gods who were wild ridden stand quiet by my side
For although I loved her she would not be my bride

Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran
Goodbye my bitter white girl I’ll forget you if I can

She came up to the pueblo with her bright blonde hair
They told me not to love her but I did not care

She took me to her parties she carried me around
And I was a proud one the tallest man in town

For I found great wonder all wrapped in brilliant dreams
I held her strong but gentle as kings have held their queens

I learned to drink strong whiskey as she took me here and there
Until life without my whiskey I could not bear

Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran
Goodbye my bitter white girl I’ll forget you if I can

Well when she came to leave me she took me by the arm
And she said she loved me and would not do me harm

But she would not marry not an Indian she said
She thanked me for my offer and I wished that I was dead

Now I’m back among my people and they are kind to me
Although I’m sad with staggers when I drink that tough whiskey

For I’ve been a white girl’s pet a captive Indian
Shown off and discarded just a drunk who might have been

Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran
Goodbye my bitter white girl I’ll forget you if I can

Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran
Goodbye my bitter white girl I’ll forget you if I can