You told us this would be our land
As long as the grass would grow
You said there'd be no more demand
As long as the water flowed..
But on April 22nd
Back in 1889
That's when the first Land Run happened
It's the Indians' day to mourn...
'Cause the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you-
We no longer believe what you say.
We were civilized and had a fine home
In a land with an Indian name
Where the deer and buffalo roam
Long before the white man came...
There were other abuses before
But the Land Runs are famous, you know
Some people will always want more
As long as the waters flow..
Where the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you
We no longer believe what you say.
You told us this would be our land
As long as the grass would grow
You said there'd be no more demand
As long as the water flowed..
Where the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you
We no longer believe.. what you say.
As long as the grass would grow
You said there'd be no more demand
As long as the water flowed..
But on April 22nd
Back in 1889
That's when the first Land Run happened
It's the Indians' day to mourn...
'Cause the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you-
We no longer believe what you say.
We were civilized and had a fine home
In a land with an Indian name
Where the deer and buffalo roam
Long before the white man came...
There were other abuses before
But the Land Runs are famous, you know
Some people will always want more
As long as the waters flow..
Where the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you
We no longer believe what you say.
You told us this would be our land
As long as the grass would grow
You said there'd be no more demand
As long as the water flowed..
Where the grass stopped growing today
And the water stopped flowing away,
And the promise that we knew would be broken by you
We no longer believe.. what you say.
inviata da giorgio - 22/11/2010 - 08:42
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Lyrics & Music by MaryK
Album: Under Protest
History from the Cherokee point-of-view.
"Living in Spavinaw, Oklahoma, I became friends with a Cherokee story-teller and learned all kinds of things that aren't exactly in the history books".