Little Bighorn (Acoustic)

The more that you learn stuff

The more that you know

The deeper the burden

Of your knowledge upon you

The deeper you dive

Into the sea of your time

The deeper the shade of blue

Well I’ve had some bottles

And I’ve had some women

But the bottles get empty

And the women drift away

And I’ve had the blues

For the one and the other

But it ain’t why I’m singing today

Well I’m rolling through the big sky

Of Billings Montana

Refineries all around me to my left and my right

They say the Indians and the prairie

Gave way to the settlers

But I don’t think they’re getting it right

The Little Bighorn

They call Custer’s Last Stand

The last victory of all

Whom lived here alone

The guns now are silent

But the memories forever

Remain though the buffalo’s gone

Well it might be inspiration

It might be desperation

Might even be depression

Way down in my soul

But whatever they call it

I’m singing these blues

With my hands on the wheel

As I roll

With my hands on the wheel

As I roll