Up on the High Road, above all this noise
From Texas to the Great North
Lives the song of the endless plains
And the great winds that always hold forth
Down in the cities, I've seen your broken dreams
Heard the grinding wheels of fear
But up on that road there's a high lonesome sound
And a dream in your heart you can hear:
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Bring back the buffalo
On the Ghost Dancing winds of change
Hear the cries in the windswept skies and
With the gods ride the wide open range.
When I was a child running free and wild
I was one with the grass, wind, and sky
But something was missing, you could almost hear
I didn't what had happened or why
The buffalo fell to the white man's greed
Shot down in the hot summer sun
The song of the native, the song of the free
Was silenced by the buffalo gun
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The wind it blows, the dust rises up
The legacy of plunder is waste
And miles of fence around an empty house
Is a story of a desperate haste
The Indian and buffalo were taken away
So the white man could have all the land
To use and abuse and wash it away
To build up his mansions so grand
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