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Drums

From the Indian reservation to the governmental school

Well, they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule

And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed

And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian nameAnd there are drums beyond the mountain

Indian drums that you can't hear

There are drums beyond the mountain

And they're getting mighty nearAnd when they think that they'd changed me

Cut my hair to meet their needs

Will they think, I'm white or Indian

Quarter blood or just half breedLet me tell you, Mr. Teacher

When you say, you'll make me right

In five hundred years of fighting

Not one Indian turned white and there are drumsWell, you thought that I knew nothing

When you brought me here to school

Just another empty Indian

Just America's first foolBut now I can tell you stories

That are burnt and dried and old

But in the shadow of their telling walks

The thunder proud and bold and there are drumsLong Pine and Sequoia

Handsome Lake and Sitting Bull

There's Magnus Colorado

With his sleeves so red and fullCrazy Horse, the legend

Those who bit off Custer's soul

They are dead yet they are living

With the great Geronimo and there are drumsWell, you may teach me this land's history

But we taught it to you first

We broke your hearts and bent your journeys

Broken treaties left us cursedEven now you have to cheat us

Even though you this us tame

In our losing we found proudness

In your winning you found shame and there are drums

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