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Artist: Buffy Sainte-Marie
Song: Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
Tuning - Standard
tabbed by electricbunny
[Verse]
Indian legislation 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.
[Pre-Chorus]
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.
[Verse]
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen who want to
guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to pollution war and
greed
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
[Verse]
We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to jail
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh..
[Verse]
We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw didn't we learn to crawl and still 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”
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.
(moins de barrés)