Reservations from Buffalo Blood by Buffalo Blood

The white man
Brought us to this place
Gave us whisky
And it became our poison
Now all the buffalo are gone
The white man
He destroyed them

Promises were made
And every one was broken
The prairie and the plains are home
Not the reservations

The white man
Wanted everything
The white man
He never listened to us
Now our way of life has gone
And still he
Wants even more from us

Our fathers were betrayed
Their hearts were broken
The prairie and the plains are home
Not the reservations

The white man
Will never go away
The white man
Will always take what he wants

Many things were said
Treaties signed and broken
Our buffalo days are gone, gone
We still sing this song
We still sing this song...

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• roots
• Edinburgh