Rattle Bone
(Robbie Robertson)

Pay no mind to his messed up hair Pay no mind to the clothes he wears It’s just the hours he’s been keeping Ain’t been doing too much sleeping They dyed his hair and hid his feathers And told him he was Latin

‘Til he came chanting down the street like a cannibal in Manhattan Oh, ohh, hey, heyy
Oh, ohh, hey, heyy
Rattle bone, rattle bone
Shake it for the war chief all night long
Rattle bone, rattle bone
Sweet medicine to each his own
One sky above
One sky above us
One earth below
One earth below us
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh, hey
Rattle bone, rattle bone
Shake it for the war chief all night long
Rattle bone, rattle bone

Sweet medicine to each his own Here’s where we go off the map Out past the power lines
Up that little side road without a sign Hidden from the mainstream
The keepers of the ancient future Keepers of the drum
They don’t preserve it, they live it Rattle bone, rattle bone
Shake it for the war chief all night long Rattle bone, rattle bone
Sweet medicine to each his own Rattle bone, rattle bone, rattle bone All night long
Rattle bone, rattle bone
Shake it for the war chief all night long