Name: Song of the Nations
Duration: 5 min 25 s
Channel: Allan Byer
Description: Free MP3 download! Licensing options are available for this track. Tribute to Native Americans and the 'stolen land' we took from them.

Song of the Nations

Allan Byer Band

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Tribute to Native Americans and the 'stolen land' we took from them.

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Allan Byer Band

Electic Acoustic Americana Folk Music with an edge.

Ecectic Acoustic Americana Folk music with elements of jazz, rock, blues, and poop seeping through. Songs to inspire and encourage. Central Oregon's finest musicians join Allan Byer on his break through album "Your Voice," and his latest record, "Money Talks Too Much."

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

#9,537 today Peak #117

#2,143 in subgenre Peak #17

Author

Allan Byer

Rights

2004 Allan Byer

Uploaded

May 17, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:25

Story behind the song

Written at Ekone Ranch outside Goldendale, WA when i was a caretaker there of 20 Appaloosa horses and my wolf dog Noma.

Lyrics

Song of the Nations  © Allan Byer 8/79
                              2   2  3                     2      3
Progression:  (Am Em)          (G D Am)

Verse 1	I was a Lakota warrior of the great Sioux tribe.
		We had many warriors.  How we loved to hunt and ride.
		Eagle-feathered shields at our side.  Painted ponies we did ride.
		(We did ride…)

		I was a brother to Geronimo, fought beside Cochise.
		Rode into the painted hills with Crazy Horse as my chief.
		Fought for honor and belief.  And oh he was a good chief.
		(A good chief…)

Verse 2	I was a scout for the cavalry, led them to the Indian camps.
		Watched the soldiers rape and murder, pools of blood in the sand.
		Scalped them all with white hands.  Too much blood on my hands.
		(On my hands…)

		Took a Pawnee woman.  I would hunt. She would tan
		Skins for all my brothers’ lodges.  I lived well with my band.
		Until you came for the land. Then I died by your hand.
		(By your hand…)

Verse 3	I watched the great White invasion.  Saw you desecrate the plains.
		Killed buffalo for their tongues and hides, left the rotting remains.
		Wasted flesh on the plains.  You must have been insane.
		(You’re insane…)

		I was a brother to the White Man, taught him how to survive.
		But he lost respect for my lessons, left me alone to die.
		Spirit no more to fly.  All I can do is cry.
		(Hear me crying…)

Verse 4	I am a Ghost Dancer of the People.  I believe the time has come.
		Buffalo and Eagle Nations will again sound the drum.
		Hearts are strong and not numb.  We’ll again sound the drum.
		(Again sound the drum…)

		And I say to all you People, “Please, it’s not too late.”
		Rise and join together.  Peace is our only escape.
		Love again and relate.  In truth, you do not hate.
		(You don’t hate now…) 3 X

Coda:		Peace is our only escape.  Live again and Relate. Peace is our only 				Escape.  Escape now.  Escape now.  Escape…

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