Last free indian

I know where you've been
I know where your people belong
I've seen all the sorrow you house in your hearts
The overlooked secrets of time

The trail of the gun
The promise that never came true
The thunder of buffaloes under the sun
The black range and boys in the blue

The white box of tricks found a home
In a land that was dirty and dry
A promise that no longer rings true
Disgrace is the fruit of their lie
The great western sky saw your:

Bloodstained notions
Lost redemption
Your sad extinction
Raging waters cut down in their prime
Down in their prime
A disgrace of our time

The bigger the thief,
The bigger the lies we're all led to believe
The banner of stars upon stripes of your blood
Not one heard the last free Indian cry

For memories lost
For shadows still haunting and high
For neon lighting up the buffalo trails
Like poison in waterhole dry

Who sang to the great western sky
Distinguish the blue from the grey
McDonalds and Vegas goodbye
Get back on the horseback or die
The buffalo thunder and

Bloodstained notions
Lost redemption
Your sad extinction
Raging waters cut down in their prime
Down in their prime
Crime of the crime
Out of their minds
A disgrace of our time