Custer`s blues

<br>Well you look just like General Custer<br> on the day of his last stand<br>Heading up into the black hills<br> glorious and grand<br>I saw it by your side<br> a map in your hand<br>Heading up into the rain<br> singing &quot;This land is your land&quot;<br><br>Now I`ve seen your dust a-rising<br> and I`ve seen your numbers swell<br>I`ve seen you crossing the badlands<br> and I`ve heard your captains yell<br>I`ve watched you when you`re sleeping<br> I`ve seen you filling up your can<br>Thinking as you work<br> that this land is your land<br><br>But now you`re bursting into my country<br> you`re messing up my fields<br>You`re playing games with my holy places<br> you`re tearing the earth with your wheels<br>Right now your star is ascending<br> and your head is bursting with pride<br>But I wonder if Custer was still singing<br> “This land is my land” when he died<br><br>Was he still singing “this is my land” when he died<br> was he singing that it`s my land when he died<br>Was he singing when he died<br> was he singing when he died<br>Was he singing it`s my land when he died<br> when he died...<br>Was he singing when he died