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The Legend of Crazy Horse
by J.D. Blackfoot


You took his land and you ate his corn, and on his grave your land was born.
You took his pride and you fed him dirt, you wished him winter without 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 that Navy without the fleet, and made him lick your hands and kiss 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'd say.
One was a savage, the other unlearned, 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 and we knew that you had come.
We saw you build your chain of forts along the Bozeman road
But Red-Cloud had his allies a-counted long before it snowed.
And someday Great White Father you will know my name!

In the year of 66 you met me face to face. I decoyed your Captain Fetterman and we never left a trace.
Into our sacred homelands your Blue Coat Soldiers came,
But we just taught you a heap-big lesson in the battle of a hundred slain.
And someday Great White Father you will know my name!

In the June of 76 our Nation joined its hands. We made our camp at the Little Bighorn not knowing of your plans.
You sent your long-haired Custer of the Seventh Cavalry, to hunt and kill my children for wanting to be free.
And I think it's time Great White Father that you knew my name!!!

It's Crazy Horse! It's Crazy Horse!
And I wish that you were here to see,
cause I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighorn and I'm about to set him free!

Ride to the village to get my Oglala's, the Sans Arc's and the Miniconjou,
Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapa's the Brule's and the Blackfoot's too!
Riding home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies with white blood drippin' from their feet!
Their riders were a lookin' and a shoutin' up to heaven, here's to Chivington at Sand Creek!

Hey there mister wagon master what do ya' have inside, hidden underneath that buffalo hide?
Could it be ya brought to me some food from the man back east, so my starvin' children could have a feast?
Hey mother come look and see what the bastard done brought to me---alcohol, tobacco and guns....alcohol tobacco and guns.

Now I have seen the Eagle soaring beautiful and free, I don't 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 paleface ya better run...because my men are having lots of fun with alcohol, tobacco and guns-yeah!

Now 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 that day that you get Sioux'd.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun, but his sad country still is run on alcohol-tobacco- and guns.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun, but his sad country still is run on alcohol-tobacco-and guns.

Now you try to trick me and lock me up in jail,
but 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 the ice-cold bayonet as it sinks deep inside of me.
But some day Great White Father you'll remember me!

Sioux warriors teach your children the white man's evil tongue.
Make them know the name of Crazy Horse and the battles he has won.
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 upside down.
Ancestral burial grounds that's where you built your towns.
The smokestacks from your factories they pollute my skies.
You slaughtered all my buffalo and you left me here to die.
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 man could see.

I have dreamed 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. Let my eternal light shine on.

Ride away and don't recall the things that are best forgotten.
Try to find a way-of picking from the barrel the one that's rotten.
The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders. So knock upon the door and you walk on in.
You're just a child who has but to remember, that in yourself you just found your best friend.

so ride away lord--

It is said that Crazy Horse had the power to dream himself into the real world-
and to leave the illusion behind.......

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[IRISH123ist]

s what are the nation that are mention mine con shoe? were cab we find the words

[RiverBirch1967]

@IRISH123ist Look in the video desc. I have the entire lyrics there. :D

[jacesan]

@TallPoe The trick is to read it like you would any history book. It's very dry, and reads like that anyway. Pick the tribes you'd like to learn about the most as a preview. Don't take it emotionally, but think about the bullshit version of history that you were taught in school.

Don't get depressed. Get angry. Use the anger to educate other people about how history's been completely "whitewashed", just like a lot of other topics. Continue to look outside of euro-centric philosophy. Peace.

[caspr1]

to this day,.... not 1 treaty made with the native people of this county has been honored! Im ashamed of that! they deserved us to keep our word! when it comes down to it, thats all you come int this world with! if your word isnt any good, your just a piece of s**t!

[JohnH20111]

@IRISH123ist it's spelled Miniconjou

[JohnH20111]

@Deadly86J, i really do not know, but i would honestly love to take a road trip out to a Res & learn more than what is in the history books, from the actual Native Americans, and also sit & observe their rituals, etc.

[sbhintucson]

I first heard the song about 30 + years ago I love you did then and I still love it today it shows you how are government fucks the people

[hantonp60]

I'm WASP and I'm proud of that but, my wife is half Cherokee and Cajun" and I'm mightly PROUD of her! I'm so glad to see the tribes getting the upper hand on the "White Man" with the casino's "alcohol, tabacoo and firearams", serves us right, what goes around comes around!

[914light]

@saludahead ...we are all ...the past, present and the future ...and perhaps you should visit with what the FBI did a couple yrs back repeatedly to the crops of hemp on Pine Ridge, a so called "sovereign" land unto the Lakota, a separate nation supposedly ..they should NOT need to ask anyone permission for anything ! End of story ...take care !

[saludahead]

@914light If you live in the past, you cannot see the world with clear eyes. Would that the dead be not dead, but we cannot help those people now. What we CAN do is to keep their memories alive! To declare that these terrible things DID happen, and do all we can to keep them from happening again!

Oh! We REALLY don't ask permission to grow hemp! Just like the Apache don't ask permission to grow peyote!

[farid1323]

@Onionsayswhat You were attacked by Iraq? You liberated Kuwait? You fought Vietnam to keep south free? Delusions. Iraq was for oil. Kuwait was for oil. Vietnam was to sell weapons, and drugs and get a large population hooked on drugs. Money therefore power. Please, educate yourself from sources other than Bill O'Reilly.

[farid1323]

@Deadly86J Being an Oglala you may be able to answer my question. The book, "Crazy Horse, The Strange Man Of The Oglalas", was it an accurate book? Supposedly it was put together through stories told to the author by tribal members and through eye witness accounts as well as other records. Cheers.