Ode To Bobby Joe

There once was a man named Bobby Joe From a small town in New Mexico Always wearing pointed toed cowboy boots With a three piece polyester business suit Bobby Joe stood about six foot four Was handsome and sun-tanned dark All the women fell in love at first sight And were left with a broken heart Bobby Joe was smart and serious Had a fight to pick with big business Said they were ruining Indian land With big oil rigs digging in the sand The Harvard lawyers talked in corporate-speak To the paid for judges to whom they did entreat After pleading their case for twenty-four hours long Bobby Joe simply said, “What you’re doing is wrong” “You’re on Indian lands under a made-up law Leaving nothing behind but an ugly scar Lining your pockets with profits never higher You say all is fair and I say you’re a liar” Bobby Joe knew it was a case he couldn’t win But he also knew he had to try No one would fight for the poor Indian No one could hear the Great Spirit cry While in court he unveiled all their lies Then at night he would sleep with their wives He was losing his case on legal terms But news reports made executives squirm When they found Bobby Joe full of bullet holes Suspects, they had an awful lot By a jealous husband or a forlorn wife Or an executive hit man he was shot The case was closed with no arrests made Everyone was glad that he was gone American greed won again that day Writing a tragic end to this hero's song