I Know Great Spirit Is Looking Down

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle.

It Does Not Take Many Words To Tell The Truth

Now That We Are Poor, We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps.

When I Was A Boy, The Sioux Owned The World. The Sun Rose And Set On Their Land; They Sent Ten Thousand Men To Battle. Where Are The Warriors Today? Who Slew Them? Where Are Our Lands? Who Owns Them?