Standard (EADGBE)

 Indian Legislation's on the desk of a do-right congressman

 But he don't know much about the issues so he

 picks up the phone and asks the advice of the

 senator out in Indian Country, a

 darling of the energy companies

 They're ripping off what's left of the reservation

"Amy": (with more rhythm)

 I learned this safety rule I don't know who to thank

 don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank

 They're sendin federal tanks, it isn't nice, but it's reality

Chorus

(no chord)

 Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

 I said deep in the earth

 Won't you cover me with your pretty lies

 Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

 They got these energy companies they're tryin to steal our land

(or: who want to take our land)

 They got churches by the dozen tryin to guide our hand

(

  ?)

 and turn our mother earth over to pollution war and greed

Get rich, get rich quick

Chorus

With echoing BMHAWK's?)

"Jerry Marotta":

We've got the federal books, we've got the covert spies

(or: federal marshals)

They got the liars by fire they got the FBI

They go to court and get nailed and still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail

The bullets didn't match the gun

Chorus

With echoing BMHAWK's - "Bury my heart at Wounded Knee; It was an

eigth of the reservation; It was transferred in secret; You got your

murdering heart and intimidation; Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee")

(or: you got your murder and intimidation, etc...)

We're talking about a revolution

My girlfriend Anna May, she talked about Uranium

Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped

The FBI cut off her hands and told us she died of exposure

Chorus

Bury me Bury me

We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl?

And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl.

They tell me

[No Chord]

Honey you can still be an Indian, I mean, you know, wear those little

moccasins and play those bingo games down at the Y on a Saturday night.

("Bullshit", except I think Amy says "Right" on CompG's)

And they should...

Chorus

"...You're going to cover me with your pretty lies...")

Chorus

"...It's an eigth...etc...heart and intimidation...")

'Bury my heart' repeated at end.

First voice stays on low D, second does "Bur" and "heart" on F and "y my" on

E, third does "Bur" and "heart" on A and "y my" on G, and a last voice

can do the high D for "Bur" and "heart" and C for "y my" so it's:

 Bur y My Heart

Notes: For the verse, I think the F#m's are sometimes there and sometimes

not. And listen to the recording for the syncopated strumming pattern.

It's kooky.

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