| Can you remember the times
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| That you have held your head high
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| And told all your friends of your Indian claim
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| Proud good lady and proud good man
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| Your great-great grandfather from Indian blood sprang
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| And you feel in your heart for these ones
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| Oh it’s written in books and in song
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| That we’ve been mistreated and wronged
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| Well over and over I hear the same words
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| From you good lady and you good man
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| Well listen to me if you care where we stand
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| And you feel you’re a part of these ones
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| When a war between nations is lost
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| The loser, we know, pays the cost
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| But even when Germany fell to your hands
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| Consider dear lady, consider dear man
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| You left them their pride and you left them their land
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| And what have you done to these ones
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| Has a change come about Uncle Sam
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| Or are you still taking our lands
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| A treaty forever George Washington signed
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| He did dear lady, he did dear man
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| And the treaty’s being broken by Kinzua Dam
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| And what will you do for these ones
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| Oh, it’s all in the past you can say
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| But it’s still going on here today
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| The government now want the Iroquois land
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| That of the Senaca and the Cheyenne
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| It’s here and it’s now you can help us dear man
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| Now that the buffalo’s gone. |