Peyote Jill rides the night
She sees her past in starlight
She hears a voice deep inside of her
Leather strapping, wheel burning power
Moves to the shimmy and tremble ride
Under the guide of her duo glide

On her duo glide, her duo glide
Her duo glide, her duo glide

She wants her land back from the thieves
And she wants her song in the trembling leaves
Harmonizing free from Columbus
Rid of stench and gold rush
Wants the jail house broken for Leonard Peltier
And ride the red dirt propel all the way

On her duo glide, duo glide
Duo glide, her duo glide
Her duo glide, duo glide
Duo glide, her duo glide