Spirit’s Grand Design  by Tom Hipps

Long ago, my grandfather said / this land was lead by our resting dead
Air was pure and children were fed / white men came and blood was shed

Now we’ve got these big casinos / flashing lights across the sky
When we bargained how did we know their promises were hiding lies
Can we turn back the hands of time?

Strung bow buffalo thrill of the hunt / gifts of the earth / bow to the sun
Pine trees prairies rivers run / white man came and then there were none

Now we live on reservations /  one-armed bandit way of life
Greedy tourists on vacation / is this the Spirit’s Grand Design?
We’ve got their cash but where’s our pride

Push broom break room wasting away / punching the clock earning my pay
Long to hear my grandfather say / hop on your horse we’re riding away