[Spoken: Emily]
We're gonna do a song that we learned. It's written by Buffy Sainte-Marie. It's called "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee."

[Intro]
Indian legislation's on the desk of a do right Congressman
Now 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

[Verse 1]
I learned the safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They're sending Federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the earth
I said cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

[Verse 2]
They got these energy companies
Who want to take the land
And they got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And sign our Mother Earth
Over to pollution war and greed
Well
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Won't you cover me with your pretty lies?
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

[Verse 3]
They get the Federal marshalls
We get the covert spies
We get the liars by fire
Get the FBI
They lie in court and get nailed
And still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
(The bullets don't match the gun)

[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
An eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got your murder and intimidation
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
[Verse 4]
My girlfriend Anna May
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
Yeah right

[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Oh deep in the earth
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Won't you cover me with pretty lies?
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Talk about a revolution

[Verse 5]
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 "Honey you can still be an Indian
Down at the Y on Saturday night''
[Chorus]
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
And cover me with all your pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

[Outro]
Bury my heart
It was an eighth of the reservation
Bury my heart
It was transferred in secret
Bury my heart
Got your murder, murder, murder and intimidation
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart

[Spoken]
Buffy Sainte-Marie. Thanks y'all. Jimmy jam.