Across the High Prairie a young squire rode his bay
When an ominous storm rose up in the West.
Admiring his new vestments no heed did he pay
As he lumbered along on his unstated quest.
The clouds slid over the bright High Plains sun
Raven crowed a warning as overhead he flew
Faced into the wind, the buffalo did run
And the air became as still as a bobcat stalking food.
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Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya
"Oh what is this little change in the breeze?"
He spoke as he labored his horse up the hill
Whistling he tried hard to sway his unease
As he forced the mares head down against her own will
A lightning bolt cracked on a distant cottonwood tree
Thunder decried upon his hubris revenge
The first droplets brought forth the smell of the sea
And a spinning black cloud as round as Stonehenge.
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Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya
The rider her trembled feeling like a young boy
Left alone in the Wilderness by his family to die
His mind flashed back to his so recent joy
But with his money and his frippery the storm he could not buy
Full force came the twister three hundred yards wide
He rode like the wind for his home in the dale
But the storm it bore down, there was nowhere to hide
And he caused his old mother for to moan and to wail.
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Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya
Like General Custer he made his last stand
Bemoaning the trick on himself he had played
While the bones of the Indians spun 'round in the sand
O'er destiny's shoulders his body it was laid.
He'd been told of courage and of valor so true
Of glory in battle his high place in the world
But he had not been told when a storm was abrew
O'er the Indian prairie where the dust devils swirl.
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Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya
Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya
Hey hey heya hey hey hey heya.
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