Last Stand at Little Bighorn

[Verse 1] Dust in the throat June heat Yellow grass Blue coats riding Past a river of glass Smoke from the cook fires Drifting like a sign Drums on the wind “This land is still mine” [Verse 2] Custer on the ridgeline Map in his hand Laugh like a match Struck over dry land Crow scouts silent Eyes on the plain They’ve seen the campfires Like scattered stars of flame [Chorus] Last stand at Little Bighorn Hoofbeat thunder Sky torn War cries cutting through the corn-blue coats fall Lines worn Last stand at Little Bighorn Banners break Blades worn History turns on a storm Last stand at Little Bighorn [Verse 3] Paint on their faces Red Black White Horses breathing steam At the edge of the fight Sons of the prairie Mothers in the camp Holding their children Humming through the chant [Bridge] Arrows like rain Rifles like fire Men shouting prayers Names to remember Not retire The hill becomes a circle Ring of smoke and bone Echoes in the valley Say “you are not alone” [low vocal register] [Chorus] [Chorus]