Buffy Sainte-Marie
© Gypsy Boy Music-SOCAN
When people ask, "What happened to the North American Indians in the 1880s?", you can pretty much point to the robber barons of the time who needed to make a fortune in oil, gold and other precious metals. Simple greed in the hands of a powerful few who manipulated the media and politicians. When people ask, "What happened to the Indian movement of the sixties and seventies?", you can pretty much point to the same motives a hundred years later, with uranium added to the list in very big print.
The shocking information in this song is not new, but strung together; the events tell a story that most non-Indian people don't know. Dedicated to Leonard Peltier, the memory of Anna Mae Aquash and Joseph Stuntz.
INTRO:
Indian legislation's 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 of the Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies
Who are ripping off what's left of the reservations
Huh
1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
Corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Huh
2.
They got these energy companies
Who want the land
And they've got churches by the dozens
Want to guide our hands
And sign our Mother Earth over to
Pollution, war and greed
(Get rich... get rich quick)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Huh
3.
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
(The bullets don't match the gun)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(An 8th of the Reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Transfered in sercret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(To murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Huh
4.
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
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee) ...
5.
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
"Ey, Honey, you can still be an Indian
D-d-down at the 'Y'
On Saturday nights"
Oh, Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
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)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee ...
© Gypsy Boy Music-SOCAN
When people ask, "What happened to the North American Indians in the 1880s?", you can pretty much point to the robber barons of the time who needed to make a fortune in oil, gold and other precious metals. Simple greed in the hands of a powerful few who manipulated the media and politicians. When people ask, "What happened to the Indian movement of the sixties and seventies?", you can pretty much point to the same motives a hundred years later, with uranium added to the list in very big print.
The shocking information in this song is not new, but strung together; the events tell a story that most non-Indian people don't know. Dedicated to Leonard Peltier, the memory of Anna Mae Aquash and Joseph Stuntz.
INTRO:
Indian legislation's 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 of the Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies
Who are ripping off what's left of the reservations
Huh
1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
Corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Huh
2.
They got these energy companies
Who want the land
And they've got churches by the dozens
Want to guide our hands
And sign our Mother Earth over to
Pollution, war and greed
(Get rich... get rich quick)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Huh
3.
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
(The bullets don't match the gun)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(An 8th of the Reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Transfered in sercret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(To murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Huh
4.
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
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee) ...
5.
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
"Ey, Honey, you can still be an Indian
D-d-down at the 'Y'
On Saturday nights"
Oh, Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
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)
Deep in the Earth
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Cover me with pretty lies
(Bury my heart at Wounded Knee)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee ...