Lakota Sioux chords by Matt Fockler

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
Am   F   Am
E7       Am


Verse 1:
Am          G        Am
Summer is changing. Fall is in the air.
     F                               Am            G
The geese are in migration. You can hear them up there.
Am
The prairie's golden brown. The leaves are falling down.
      F
The fawns have lost their spots
           Am
and the temperature's dropping down.

Chorus:
E7
It was a big day I suppose when the Indians chased the buffalo.
E7
Across the prairie in herds they'd go, 'til the blood began to flow
                Am
and they went down.


Verse 2:
Am
We ain't got no time, no waste no time.
          F                             Am
We got a lot of lives we got to keep in line.
Am
Pretty soon the snow's gonna fly.
Am
You don't feed them, your people gonna die.


Chorus:
E7
It was a big day I suppose when the Indians chased the buffalo.
E7
Across the prairie in herds they'd go, 'til the blood began to flow
                Am
and they went down.


Verse 3:
Am
They like to paint their face. They like to paint their paints.
               F                          Am
They like to decorate everything up and celebrate.
Am
They like to congregate in a beautiful place,
F                                              Am
dress themselves in feathers and leathers and dream their fates.


Chorus:
E7
So it was a big day I suppose when the Indians chased the buffalo.
E7
Across the prairie in herds they'd go, 'til the blood began to flow
                Am
and they went down.


Verse 4:
Am
Then the cavalry came to take their land away.
             F                                     Am
Hell, they lied and died and lost every battle but got their way.
Am
Then they took their souls when they took the buffalo.
          F                                             Am
And they took their families blankets riddled with the pox, and so


Chorus:
E7
it was a big day I suppose when Custer went in for the close
E7
and found himself with his pants down as the Indians rode around
              Am
and took him down.


Verse 5:
Am
We ain't got no time, no to waste no time.
          F                      Am
We got a lot of lives we got to keep in line.
Am
Pretty soon the snow's gonna fly.
Am
You don't feed them, your people gonna die.


Chorus:
E7
It was a big day I suppose when the Indians chased the buffalo.
E7
Across the prairie in herds they'd go, 'til the blood began to flow
                Am
and they went down.