Big Foot was an Indian chief
Of the Minneconjou band
A band of Minneconjou Sioux
From South Dakota's land
Big Food said to Custer
"Stay away from that Crazy Horse"
But Custer crossed into Sioux land
And he never came back across
Then Big Foot led his people
To a place called Wounded Knee
And they found themselves surrounded
By the 7th Calvary
Big Foot Big Foot
Rise up from your bed
Minneconjou babies cry
For their mothers, lying dead
Big Foot was down with a fever
When he reached Wounded Knee
And his people all were prisoners
Of the 7th Calvary
Two hundred women and children
And other hundred men
Raised up a white flag of peace
But peace did not begin
An accidental gunshot
And Big Foot was first to die
And over the noise of the rifles
You could hear them babies cry
Big Foot Big Foot
It's good that you can't see
Revenge is being wrought
By Custer's 7th Calvary
Smoke hung over the canyon
On that cold December day
All was death and dying
Around where Big Foot lay
Farther up on the canyon
Some had tried to run and hide
But death showed no favorites
Women, men, and children died
One side called it a massacre
The other a victory
But the white flag is still waving
Today at Wounded Knee
Big Foot Big Foot
Your Minneconjou band
Is more than remembered here
In South Dakota land
Big Foot Big Foot
Your Minneconjou band
Is more than remembered here
In South Dakota land
Of the Minneconjou band
A band of Minneconjou Sioux
From South Dakota's land
Big Food said to Custer
"Stay away from that Crazy Horse"
But Custer crossed into Sioux land
And he never came back across
Then Big Foot led his people
To a place called Wounded Knee
And they found themselves surrounded
By the 7th Calvary
Big Foot Big Foot
Rise up from your bed
Minneconjou babies cry
For their mothers, lying dead
Big Foot was down with a fever
When he reached Wounded Knee
And his people all were prisoners
Of the 7th Calvary
Two hundred women and children
And other hundred men
Raised up a white flag of peace
But peace did not begin
An accidental gunshot
And Big Foot was first to die
And over the noise of the rifles
You could hear them babies cry
Big Foot Big Foot
It's good that you can't see
Revenge is being wrought
By Custer's 7th Calvary
Smoke hung over the canyon
On that cold December day
All was death and dying
Around where Big Foot lay
Farther up on the canyon
Some had tried to run and hide
But death showed no favorites
Women, men, and children died
One side called it a massacre
The other a victory
But the white flag is still waving
Today at Wounded Knee
Big Foot Big Foot
Your Minneconjou band
Is more than remembered here
In South Dakota land
Big Foot Big Foot
Your Minneconjou band
Is more than remembered here
In South Dakota land
inviata da adriana - 22/9/2012 - 11:31
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