Thanks, kat - sure made it easy to find. It's in Sing Out!, Vol 41, No 4 - Feb/Mar/April 1997. It's right after an interesting interview of Jimmy Driftwood.
-Joe Offer (e-mail sent)-

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MOOSHATANIO
(Jimmy Driftwood)

Along about 1800, I guess,
I took me a trip into the wilderness,
Crossed the Mississippi, let my rifle roar.
No white man had ever been there before,
I turned my face to the setting sun,
And I lived by my knife arid I lived by my gun.
Came to a river called the Little Buffalo
And met a purty maiden called Mooshatanio.

CHORUS
Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio,
I hugged her and I kissed her
On the Little Buffalo-oh,
Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio,
The big chief's daughter was
The Mooshatanio,

A brave called Buzzard and a brave called Crow
And a brave called Hawk loved the Mooshatanio.
They had a big battle with the arrow and the bow,
The Hawk shot the Buzzard and the Buzzard shot the Crow.
The Hawk and I went a-huntin on the hill.
And I knew it was me he was wantin' to kill,
I left him a-layin' where the honeysuckles grow
And said goodbye to my
Mooshatanio. CHORUS

I went back home my mother to see
And stayed 30 years in Middle Tennessee.
When I got back to the Little Buffalo
They showed me the grave of Mooshatanio.
The young chief's heart was brave and true,
And his hair was red and his eyes were blue.
His father and his mother, he let me know,
Was the great white spirit and the Mooshatanio.

CHORUS
Mooshatanio. Mooshatanio
He was my son but I couldn't let him know.
Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio,
The great white spirit
And the Mooshatanio.

Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio,
I hugged her and I kissed her
On the Little Buffalo.
Mooshatanio, Mooshatanio,
The big chief's daughter was
The Mooshatanio.

©1959, Warden Music Co.