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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Vocals
Chris Birkett
Chris Birkett
Acoustic Guitar
George Doering
George Doering
Guitar
John "J.R." Robinson
John "J.R." Robinson
Drums
Neil Stubenhaus
Neil Stubenhaus
Bass
Rick Marvin
Rick Marvin
Keyboards
Roger Jacobs
Roger Jacobs
Guitar
Steve Forman
Steve Forman
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Associate Producer
Chris Birkett
Chris Birkett
Associate Producer
Rick Marvin
Rick Marvin
Producer
Tony Volante
Tony Volante
Engineer

Lyrics

Indian legislations on the desk of a do-right Congressman Now, he don't know much about the issue So he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the Senator out in Indian country A darling of the energy companies who are Ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh. I learned a safety rule I don't know who to thank Don't stand between the reservation And the corporate bank They'll send in federal tanks It isn't nice but it's reality Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh. They got these energy companies who want the land And they've got churches by the dozens Want to guide our hands And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed Get rich... get rich quick. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh. We get the federal marshals We get the covert spies We get the liars by the fire And we get the FBIs They lie in court and get nailed And still Peltier goes off to jail Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (eighth of the reservation) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred it secret) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (of murder and intimidation) Bury my heart at Wounded Knee My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure Loo loo loo loo loo Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee We had the Goldrush Wars Aw, didn't we learn to crawl And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl They tell 'ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian D-d-down at the 'Y' On Saturday nights" Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Deep in the Earth Cover me with pretty lies Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Writer(s): Buffy Sainte Marie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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