Sitting Bull

Chorus The battle was over, The Indian did dance, He'd slaughtered the white man At Custer's last stand. He was now weary, His days had been long, His people were suffering, It's time to go back home. Narration He had done what he thought was right, To Keep his people free. With General Miles up on his trail, Again they must flee. There was a land north of here, Where they could be safe, Once more he must move his people, To a strange new place. The the buffalo were gone, The time had come to move, Without the sturdy buffalo, His people had no food. He surrendered at Fort Buford, The white man they did dance, They had the Mighty Sitting Bull, Right here in their hands. They send him to the reservation, His head he held it high. His people were his first concern, Until the day he died. Chorus Cile Beer written l975