Sasakwa

Way down in Seminole county

Where the little river bends back north

You don't wander out at night

And folks don't sit out on their porch

You head out east just outside of town

Theres a two story house built on tribal ground

In the summer it's 104

A cold breeze would hit you when you opened the door

Lantern would show up by the care takers cottage

And head down the old road the government plotted

You could see it floating out in the night