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| 6:15 | 
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As long as the moon shall rise as long as the rivers flow
As long as the sun will shine as long as the grass shall grow The Senecas are an Indian tribe of the Iroquios nation Down on the New York Pennsylvania Line you'll find their reservation After the US revolution cornplanter was a chief He told the tribe these men they could trust that was his true belief He went down to Independence Hall and there was a treaty signed That promised peace with the USA and Indian rights combined George Washington gave his signature the Government gave its hand They said that now and forever more that this was Indian land As long as the moon shall rise... On the Seneca reservation there is much sadness now Washington's treaty has been broken and there is no hope no how Across the Allegheny River they're throwing up a dam It will flood the Indian country a proud day for Uncle Sam It has broke the ancient treaty with a politician's grin It will drown the Indians graveyards cornplanter can you swim The earth is mother to the the Senecas they're trampling sacred ground Change the mint green earth to black mud flats as honor hobbles down As long as the moon shall rise... The Iroquios Indians used to rule from Canada way south But no one fears the Indians now and smiles the liar's mouth The Senecas hired an expert to figure another site But the great good army engineers said that he had no right Although he showed them another plan and showed them another way They laughed in his face and said no deal Kinuza dam is here to stay Congress turned the Indians down brushed off the Indians plea So the Senecas have renamed the dam they call it Lake Perfidy As long as the moon shall rise... Washington Adams and Kennedy now hear their pledges ring The treaties are safe we'll keep our word but what is that gurgling It's the back water from Perfidy Lake it's rising all the time Over the homes and over the fields and over the promises fine No boats will sail on Lake Perfidy in winter it will fill In summer it will be a swamp and all the fish will kill But the Government of the USA has corrected George's vow The father of our country must be wrong what's an Indian anyhow As long as the moon shall rise (look up) as long as the rivers flow (are you thirsty) As long as the sun will shine (my brother are you warm) as long as the grass shall grow |
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| 2. |
| 2:39 |
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Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by here No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero death moans See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying here Petrified but justified are these Apache tears Dead grass dry roots hunger crying in the night Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here And who saw the young squaw they judged by their whiskey law Tortured till she died of pain and fear Where the soldiers lay her back are the black Apache tears The young men the old men the guilty and the innocent Bled red blood and chilled alike with fears The red men the white men no fight ever took this land So don't raise the dust when you pass here They're sleeping and in my keeping are these Apache tears |
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| 3. |
| 2:24 |
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Now I will tell you buster that I ain't a fan of Custer
And the General he don't ride well anymore To some he was a hero but to me his score was zero And the General he don't ride well anymore Now Custer done his fightin' without too much excitin' And the General he don't ride well anymore General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin' But the General he don't ride well anymore With victories he was swimmin' he killed children dogs and women But the General he don't ride well anymore Crazy Horse sent out the call to Sitting Bull and Gall And the General he don't ride well anymore Now Custer split his men well he won't do that again Cause the General he don't ride well anymore Twelve thousand warriors waited they were unanticipated And the General he don't ride well anymore It's not called an Indian victory but a bloody massacre And the General he don't ride well anymore There might have been more enthusin' if us Indians had been losin' But the General he don't ride well anymore General George A.Custer oh his yellow hair had lustre But the General he don't ride well anymore For now the General's silent he got barbered violent And the General he don't ride well anymore Oh the General he don't ride well anymore |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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Sequoia's winters were sixteen silent tongue spirit clean
He walked at his father's side Across the smoking battle ground where red and white men lay all around So many here had died The wind had scattered around snow white leaves upon the ground Not leaves like leaves from trees Sequoia said what can this be what's the strange thing here I see From where come leaves like these Sequoia turned to his father's eyes and he said father you're wise From where come such snow white leaves With such strange marks upon these squares Not even the wise owl could put them there So strange these snow white leaves His father shielding his concern resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned Crumbled the snow white leaves He said when I explain then it's done these are talking leaves my son The white men's talking leaves The white man takes a berry of black and red And an eagle's feather from the eagle's bed And he makes bird track marks And the marks on the leaves they say carry messages to his brother far away And his brother knows what's in his heart They see these marks and they understand the truth in the heart of the far off man The enemies can't hear them Said Sequoia's father son they weave bad medicine on these talking leaves Leave such things to them Then Sequoia walking lightly followed his father quietly but so amazed was he If the white man talks on leaves why not the Cherokee Vanished from his father's face Sequoia went from place to place But he could not forget Year after year he worked on and on till finally he cut into stone The Cherokee alphabet Sequoia's hair by now was white his eyes began to lose their light But he taught all who would believe That the Indian's thoughts could be written down Just as the white men's there on the ground and he left us these talking leaves |
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| 5. |
| 4:09 |
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Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died |
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| 6. |
| 5:01 |
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From the Indian reservation to the governmental school
Well they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near And when they think that they'd changed me cut my hair to meet their needs Will they think I'm white or Indian quarter blood or just half breed Let me tell you Mr teacher when you say you'll make me right In five hundred years of fighting not one Indian turned white And there are drums... Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to school Just another empty Indian just America's first fool But now I can tell you stories that are burnt and dried and old But in the shadow of their telling walks the thunder proud and bold And there are drums... Long Pine and Sequoia Handsome Lake and Sitting Bull There's Magnus Colorado with his sleeves so red and full Crazy Horse the legend those who bit off Custer's soul They are dead yet they are living with the great Geronimo And there are drums... Well you may teach me this land's hist'ry but we taught it to you first We broke your hearts and bent your journeys broken treaties left us cursed Even now you have to cheat us even though you this us tame In our losing we found proudness in your winning you found shame And there are drums... |
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| 7. |
| 3:03 |
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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... [ guitar ] 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... Goodbye softly sweet one... |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 | 
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