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
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011
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