Bury my heart at wounded knee



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BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE
Buffy Sainte-Marie - © Gypsy Boy Music-SOCAN

When people ask, "What happened to the North American Indians in the 1880s?", you can pretty much point to the robber barons of the time who needed to make a fortune in oil, gold and other precious metals. Simple greed in the hands of a powerful few who manipulated the media and politicians. When people ask, "What happened to the Indian movement of the sixties and seventies?", you can pretty much point to the same motives a hundred years later, with uranium added to the list in very big print.
The shocking information in this song is not new, but strung together; the events tell a story that most non-Indian people don't know. Dedicated to Leonard Peltier, the memory of Anna Mae Aquash and Joseph Stuntz.

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 of 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

chorus: 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 who want to guide our hands
and sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed - Get rich... get rich quick!

chorus...

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

(the bullets don’t match the gun)

Bury my heart at wounded knee
An eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Was transferred in secret
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at wounded knee

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee


Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

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 – chorus...

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 “Hey honey, you can still be an Indian d-d-down at the ‘Y’on Saturday nights”

chorus


Sweet Smoke - Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

I have walked the white man’s highway


I have seen his urban sprawl
Take another piece of heaven
Just to build a shopping mall

Chorus: Leave my bones up on the mountain


Send my spirit out to sea
Let my people know my journey
And bury my heart at Wounded Knee

I have seen great mountains crumble


To the shovels filled with coal
Polluted rivers stagnant waters
As we sell away our soul

Let us always fight the good fight


Even when our heroes fall
Teach the children they are warriors
Let them stand when justice calls



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