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Date: Wed, 17 Jan 1996 15:27:39 -0600 (CST)
From: Casey Connor
Subject: CRD: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee as done by Indigo Girls
Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
W&M by Buffy St. Marie,
as covered by the Indigo Girls.
Another four-chord song transcribed by guitar GOD [email protected],
with help with the words from indigo-girls listmembers.
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"Emily": (sing freely)
Indian Legislation s on the desk of a do-right congressman
But he don t know much about the issues so he
picks up the phone and asks the advice of the
senator out in Indian Country, a
darling of the energy companies
They re ripping off what s left of the reservation
"Amy": (with more rhythm)
I learned this safety rule I don t know who to thank
don t stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They re sendin federal tanks, it isn t nice, but it s reality
Chorus:
(no chord)
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won t you cover me with your pretty lies
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
They got these energy companies they re tryin to steal our land
(or: who want to take our land)
They got churches by the dozen tryin to guide our hand
(?)
and turn our mother earth over to pollution war and greed
Get rich, get rich quick
CHORUS (With echoing BMHAWK s?)
"Jerry Marotta":
We ve got the federal books, we ve got the covert spies
(or: federal marshals)
They got the liars by fire they got the FBI
They go to court and get nailed and still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
The bullets didn t match the gun
CHORUS (With echoing BMHAWK s - "Bury my heart at Wounded Knee; It was an
eigth of the reservation; It was transferred in secret; You got your
murdering heart and intimidation; Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee")
(or: you got your murder and intimidation, etc...)
We re talking about a revolution
My girlfriend Anna May, she talked about Uranium
Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she died of exposure
CHORUS
Bury me Bury me
We had the gold rush wars, why didn t we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar s scrawl.
They tell me
[No Chord]
Honey you can still be an Indian, I mean, you know, wear those little
moccasins and play those bingo games down at the Y on a Saturday night.
("Bullshit
