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I was in a burial party, way back to |
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Wounded Knee, |
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Rock hammers and ice picks, to chip the dead ones free |
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After the massacre, the blizzard, they've been frozen to the ground |
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Mother, children and warriors we found them all around. |
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They were frozen in their agony or shock and terror has they fled |
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The army's giant |
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Howitzers they sang their song of death |
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We found chief |
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Big Foot, his scarf around his face |
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The ice was frozen blood, from neck down to his waist |
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Their bloody footprints in the snow that the ghost danced for the deadand |
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I hoped that it was true, what all the legend said. |
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They're will be a new spring coming and our families will come home |
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Game will fill the prairie, crops will always grow. |
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We wrapped the bodies in red blankets, placed them on our sled |
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And left there stacked up rifles and everything that they had |
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Crazy Horse was buried here, someone said as we were due to start |
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Just as hard, |
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I told him, it's only just as hard. |
