Crazy Horse

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He was old as the mountains 
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He was as young as a child 
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A little bit crazy 
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A little bit wild 

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And he never said nothing 
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Never let a word slip 
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But you knew you could trust him 
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He shot straight from the hip 

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And his friends they were many 
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But his foes they all knew 
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If ever they crossed him 
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T'would be the last thing they'd do 
 

 
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But they took it all from him 
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And laid his pride at his feet 
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To the prison they brought him 
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Where in darkness he lay in defeat 
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In defeat 
 

 
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The white man betrayed him 
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His words were untrue 
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Yes they took it all from him 
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The hills and rivers so blue 

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Now his people are scattered 
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The young men all gone 
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And the great chief he died for 
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Lies beneath the hot sun 
 

 
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But they took it all from him 
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And laid his pride at his feet 
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To the prison they brought him 
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Where in darkness he lay in defeat 
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In defeat 


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Now the prairies are empty 
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The war eagles flown 
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Tall buildings are towering 
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Where once there were none 

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There will be no returning 
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To the ways that are gone 
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But our loss is greater 
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For the wrongs we have done 
 

 
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And the thunder it rolls 
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On the plains where the buffalo roam 
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And the rain is falling from skies 
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He now calls his home 
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He now calls his home 
 

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