The Song Of Crazy Horse

The Song Of Crazy Horse

You took his land and you ate his corn, and on his grave your land was born.

You took his pride, and you feed him dirt, you wished him winter with out a shirt.

And you called this red man savage!

And after you crushed him you helped him up, to let him drink from an empty cup.

You gave him a navy without the fleet, you made him kiss your hands and lick your feet.

And you named this mad dog savage!

Well I found a book the other day.

So I looked up red and white to see what it would say.

One was a savage the other unlearned!

And like a look in the mirror the tables were turned.

For history has named you savage!

In the year of 65 when I was very young, we watched the dust clouds to the south, we knew that you had come, we saw you build your chain of forts along the bozeman road, red cloud had his allies accounted long before it snowed.

Some day great white father you will know my name!!

In December of 66 you met me face to face.

I decoyed your captain feterman and we never left a trace!

Into our sacred homeland you’re blue coat soldiers came.

We just taught you a heap big lessen in the battle of a hundred slain.

Some day great white father you will know my name!!

In the June of 76 our nation joined its hands. We made our camp on the little big horn, not knowing of your plans.

You sent your longhaired Custer with his 7^th Calvary to hunt and kill my children! Who were wanting to be free!

And I think its time great white father that you knew my name !!!!

Its Crazy Horse!!

Its Crazy Horse, and I wish you hear to see, I’ve got yellow hair cornered at the bighorn and I’m about to set him free!!

Ride to the village to my oglala, the sans-ark and the min-na-conju.

Get setting bull and his band of unk-pappas, the brullee, and Blackfoot to.

Ride’en home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies with white blood dripping from their feet.

The riders were looking and shouting up to heaven here's to shivington at san creek.

Hey there mister wagon master, what do you have inside, hidden under them buffalo hides?

Could it be, you brought to me some food from the man back east?

So my starving children could have a feast!

Hey mother come look and see.

See what the basterd done brought to me!

Its alcohol tobacco and guns!

Now I have seen the eagle soaring beautiful and free, I want no man to make less of me.

Do you take me for a fool, or as a little child?

And do you really wonder what's made me wild?

Hey pale face you better run, because my men been haven lots of fun on your,

Alcohol, tobacco and guns!

Alcohol, tobacco and guns yea!

Well I have waited patiently for you to pay your rent!

But as of yet, I haven't seen that first red cent.

I don’t think that there's much chance of me

Evicting you!

But watch out for the day that you get

"Siouxed"

A hundred years have seen the setting sun, but this sad country still is run on its alcohol, tobacco, and guns!

Alcohol, tobacco and guns!

Yes a hundred years have seen the setting sun, but this sad country still is run on its alcohol, tobacco, and guns!

Alcohol tobacco and guns!

Now you try to trick me, you lock me up in jail.

Where would a stupid savage find the bondsman or the bail?

I turn to run, for I am scared and want so to be free!

I feel your ice-cold bayonet; as it sinks deep inside of me!

Some day great white father you will remember me!!!!!!

Sioux warriors teach your children white mans evil palms!

Make them know the name of crazy horse, and the battles he has one. So they will know the truth when its knowledge that they crave, let them sing of the land of the free and the home of the brave and of the great white father that dug my grave!!!!

Brown rivers once were blue; now the fish float up side down.

Ancestral burial grounds are where you built your towns.

The smokestacks from your factory's, they pollute my sky's, you’ve slaughtered all my buffalo and you left me here to dye!

And all of this you have done in the name of God!

Crazy Horse, he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee!

But there is more buried in his grave than the wisest men could see!

I have seen the vision of the horse that dances wild, and I have seen the land of the great bound,

I am one with this earth as a little child; my eternal light is shinning on!

I have seen the vision of the horse that dances wild, and I have seen the land of the great beyond,

I am one with this earth as a little child; my eternal light is shinning on!

Crazy Horse, he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee!

But there is more buried in his grave than the wisest men could see!

Milkweed illusions cast its dye.

And the horse that dances starts to fly.

Rythums of metamorphosis leaves their stain,

Memories of happiness kept in vain.

The target tomorrow is one step beyond, for lilies of mercy lost on the pound, they cry out for freedom to the lighthouse above, they are angels of victory, peace, and love!

Visions of oden dark and oblique,

Mind over mater, which all men seek.

A vague understanding with no recourse,

And a found remembrance of Crazy Horse!

Ride away

Ride away travel right out threw space and time.

Try and find a way of leaving the illusion behind.

In this sleek command you will be awakened, to the calling of a dream that lies within,

You’re just a child, who has but to remember, that in your self

You just found your best friend!

Ride away, and let your mind go through its metamorphoses.

Try and find away to bring your sunken love back to the surface.

Sail on silver clouds straight threw the fire, like a lily pad a drift on a windlass sea, clinging to the breast of Mother Nature, together sailing beautiful and free.

"Ride away lord"

It’s said that crazy horse had the power to dream himself into the real world and to leave the illusion behind.

Ride away; don’t recall the things that are best forgotten.

Try and find away of picking from the barrel the one that’s rotten.

The key to piece is setting on your shoulders,

Knock upon the door and you walk on in.

You’re just a child who has but to remember that in your self

You just found your best friend.

Ride away

This song was written in the early 1970’s and was very inspirational to many youth growing and changing in the Dakotas

A special thanks to its creator and the great mystery that has put it so deep in my soul

Thanks

Snakedancer

Mick Norton / SNAKEDANCER
email mjnorton@easilink.com
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