| Was the night — I was young
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| When my father called for his first born son
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| Took me place at his side
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| While this great chief raged in the fire light
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| We’d reclaim days of old
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| If the tribe would do what his dream foretold
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| Praying to the vision of the promised land
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| Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
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| We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka’s plan
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| When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
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| And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of
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| (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin'
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| (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance
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| Hypnotized by my tale
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| Generations learn of the Great Betrayal long ago
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| At Wounded Knee
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| Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed
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| Wouldn’t buy what they sold — reservation
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| Life for our Black Hills gold
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| For praying to the vision of the promised land
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| Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
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| We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka’s plan
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| The Great Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of
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| The blue coat’s guns (so we’re singin')
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| (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin'
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| (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance
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| For your soul, for your name
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| Many brave men’s blood’s running through your veins
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| Leave your mark — walk with pride
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| Live in honor to those who gave their lives
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| Ancient hearts are still seeking peace —
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| As you sing and dance, so you set them free
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| For praying to the vision of the promised land
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| Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
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| Pledging your allegiance to Wevoka’s plan
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| By the marker that stands where our women and children
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| Fell to the blue coat’s guns (start singin')
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| Praying to the vision of the promised land
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| Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
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| We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka’s plan
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| When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
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| And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of |