[00:00.000] 作曲 : Buffy Sainte-Marie
[00:00.533]Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
[00:05.227]Now, he don't know much about the issue
[00:07.906]So he picks up the phone
[00:09.753]And he asks advice of the Senator out in Indian country
[00:12.814]A darling of the energy companies
[00:15.520]Who are ripping off what’s left of the reservations
[00:20.237]I learned a safety rule,
[00:22.541]I don’t know who to thank
[00:25.064]Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
[00:30.069]They'll send in federal tanks, it isn’t nice but it’s reality
[00:39.446]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[00:45.114]Deep in the earth
[00:50.342]Cover me with pretty lies
[00:54.727]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[01:00.558]They got these energy companies who want the land
[01:05.441]And they’ve got churches by the dozen who want to guide our hands
[01:10.793]And sign Mother earth over to pollution, war and greed
[01:19.581]Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
[01:30.500]Cover me with pretty lies
[01:35.220]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[01:41.020]We got the federal marshals, we got the covert spies
[01:46.026]We get the liars by the fire and we got theFBI's
[01:51.150]They lie in court and get nailed and still
[01:54.686]Peltier goes off to jail
[01:59.411]Bury my heart at wounded knee, an aid to the reservation
[02:05.201]Bury my heart at wounded knee, transfered in sequence
[02:10.431]Bury my heart at wounded knee, to murder an intimidation
[02:15.361]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[02:21.268]My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
[02:26.647]Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
[02:31.487]The FBI cut off her hands and told us she’d died of exposure
[02:40.756]Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
[02:51.682]Cover me with pretty lies
[02:56.322]Bury my heart at wounded knee, bury my heart at wounded knee
[03:06.133]Bury my heart at wounded knee, bury my heart at wounded knee
[03:16.089]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[03:22.219]We had the Goldrush Wars, why didn’t we learn to crawl?
[03:27.226]And now our history gets written in a liar’s scrawl
[03:32.227]They tell ya, “Hey honey
[03:34.810]you can still be an Indian
[03:36.579]D-d-down at the Y on Saturday nights”
[03:41.507]Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
[03:52.582]Cover me with pretty lies
[03:56.563]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[04:01.804]Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
[04:12.479]Cover me with pretty lies
[04:17.054]Bury my heart at wounded knee
[04:21.955]Bury my heart at wounded knee

作曲 : Buffy Sainte-Marie
Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
So he picks up the phone
And he asks advice of the Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies
Who are ripping off what’s left of the reservations
I learned a safety rule,
I don’t know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They'll send in federal tanks, it isn’t nice but it’s reality
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Deep in the earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
They got these energy companies who want the land
And they’ve got churches by the dozen who want to guide our hands
And sign Mother earth over to pollution, war and greed
Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
We got the federal marshals, we got the covert spies
We get the liars by the fire and we got theFBI's
They lie in court and get nailed and still
Peltier goes off to jail
Bury my heart at wounded knee, an aid to the reservation
Bury my heart at wounded knee, transfered in sequence
Bury my heart at wounded knee, to murder an intimidation
Bury my heart at wounded knee
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she’d died of exposure
Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee, bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee, bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee
We had the Goldrush Wars, why didn’t we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar’s scrawl
They tell ya, “Hey honey
you can still be an Indian
D-d-down at the Y on Saturday nights”
Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee deep in the earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at wounded knee
Bury my heart at wounded knee