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by Jerry Sisson copyright
August 2004
They Said His Horse Was Crazy The
white man said his path was unclear A
crooked and hazy course But
his spirit guide was showing the way to Crazy Horse Bullets
couldn’t hurt him He
knew no fear The
abundance of the land fed him The fish the buffalo and deer This
was his way of life Freedom
his birth right He
had no need for the yellow gold But
for his way of life he did fight He
rode head long into a wall of smoking guns Protector
of his people He
led their mothers’ sons He
was thunder and lightening He
was the riveting hail He
was a one-man hurricane A
hashing thrashing gale Crazy
Horse, a symbol of freedom He
had to be shown That
freedom to the white man Means
their way not his own They
fought him at the Rose Bud He
bloodied their nose and built his glory But
it was at the Little Big Horn He
wrote the final chapter in Custer’s story
Then the buffalo began to disappear The
little children were hungry and needy The
winters were long and cold And
the white man was brutal and greedy Crazy
Horse gave himself up And
here’s the reason why He
couldn’t stand to see his people Starve,
suffer and die The
white man made a promise They
swore to honor their word But
the white man has never kept a promise And
the cries of his children were never heard So
Crazy Horse told himself one day It
would be better to die trying to live Than
to live dying this way He
tried for his freedom The
soldiers say And
he was stabbed by a native Who
was guarding him that day Protector
of his people Brother
to the wind Freedom
was in his spirit Until
the very end.
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