Water was the sacred power That defined the plains And with the sun promised the earth To activate the grains So the bison collected to graze with Greasy was the grass grown by the rains
'He who steals the fat comes soon' Sitting Bull explained He spoke that land was not for men To loan or exchange After gold was bellowed from the bluffs that Settlers came to occupy the range
Money was the white man's god On it was his face And in his eyes reminders of A way of life erased
So the spirits are left with the bison, watch them Living all their lives on day's gaze Made to worship Bibles in the place Of the hunt
So said Custer to his men Surveying the hills 'They'll vacate to their agencies The ones that don't we kill' And what guns and forced relocation can't do Alcohol and isolation will
After all the gold was gone Oil came in its wake Paleface drained it out and found A new promise to break
Once their land and lore had been stolen there was Nothing but their water left to take Nothing but their spirits left to break
Buffalo Calf Road Woman Watched the shadows dancing into the infinite Custer's horse became increasingly fast and then She fired the shot to have his body removed from it
Greasy was the grass grown by the rains Greasy was the grass grown by the rains Greasy was the grass grown by the rains