Buffalo Calf Road

Water was the sacred power That defined the plains And with the sun promised the earth To activate the grains So the bison collected to graze with Greasy was the grass grown by the rains He who steals the fat comes soon Sitting Bull explained He spoke that land was not for men To loan or exchange After gold was bellowed from the bluffs that Settlers came to occupy the range Money was the white man's god Honor was his face And in his eyes reminders of A way of life erased So the spirits are left with the bison, watch them Living all their lives on day's gaze Made to worship Bibles in the place Of the hunt So said Custer to his men Surveying the hills They'll vacate to their agencies The ones that don't we kill And what guns and forced relocation can't do Alcohol and isolation will After all the gold was gone Oil came in its wake Pale face stranded out and found A new promise to break Once their land and lore had been stolen there was Nothing but their water left to take Nothing but their spirits left to break Buffalo Calf Road Woman Watch the shadows dancing into the infinite Custer's horse became increasingly fast and then She found her shot to have his body removed from it Greasy was the grass grown by the rains Greasy was the grass grown by the rains Greasy was the grass grown by the rains As they fell Onto the freezing [?]