Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee Lyrics - Coincidence And Likely Stories - Buffy Sainte-marie

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 from 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 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Deep in the Earth 

Cover me with pretty lies 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh. 

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They got these energy companies who want the land 

And they've got churches by the dozens 

Want to guide our hands 

And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed 

Get rich... get rich quick. 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Deep in the Earth 

Cover me with pretty lies 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh. 

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 

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Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (eighth of the reservation) 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred it secret) 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (of murder and intimidation) 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

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 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Deep in the Earth 

Cover me with pretty lies 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

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 "Honey, you can still be an Indian 

d-d-down at the 'Y' 

on Saturday nights" 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Deep in the Earth 

Cover me with pretty lies 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. 

Deep in the Earth 

Cover me with pretty lies 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee 

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee