Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Jim Thorpe’s Blues
By Terri Hendrix
The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride
The athlete of the century was cast aside
They took his medals right out of his hand
And buried nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land
We’ve got high tech people with low tech souls
And dot com wifi Internet polls
We curse the wind and use the sun to tan
And bury nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land
Run Geronimo Run
They’re gonna seal the deal
With a forked tongue
If you knew back then
What we know now
You’d run Geronimo run
Yea
We’ve got arrow heads we’ve got beaded bags
With made in china sticker covered up by price tags
Something for nothing will one day be
Nothing for something for you and me
Nothing for something for you and me
All I know about Indian history
Is what I’ve seen on the TV screen
I’ve been a tourist
I’ve had my picture made
And spent a fortune on a slot machine that never paid
Nothin for something for you and me
The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride
The athlete of the century was cast aside
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust it’s anybody’s guess who we can trust
And it’s the guys in ties who will shake your hand
And bury nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land
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