Last Free Indian - Kaipa

I know where you’ve been

I know where your people belong

I’ve seen all the sorrow you house in your hearts

The overlooked secrets of time

The trail of the gun

The promise that never came true

The thunder of buffaloes under the sun

The black range and boys in the blue

The white box of tricks found a home

In a land that was dirty and dry

A promise that no longer rings true

Disgrace is the fruit of their lie

The great western sky saw your:

Bloodstained notions

Lost redemption

Your sad extinction

Raging waters cut down in their prime

Down in their prime

A disgrace of our time

The bigger the thief

The bigger the lies we’re all led to believe

The banner of stars upon stripes of your blood

Not one heard the last free Indian cry

For memories lost

For shadows still haunting and high

For neon lighting up the buffalo trails

Like poison in waterhole dry

Who sang to the great western sky

Distinguish the blue from the grey

McDonalds and Vegas goodbye

Get back on the horseback or die

The buffalo thunder and

Bloodstained notions

Lost redemption

Your sad extinction

Raging waters cut down in their prime

Down in their prime

Crime of the crime

Out of their minds

A disgrace of our time