by James Hyland

There’s white men in the Black Hills looking for gold

Sending your army to take what’s mine,

Breaking our deal cause you fell on hard times

White men in the Black Hills looking for gold

You’re back on our land you’re breaking your word

You’re out here breaking your word,

Since you found gold everybody’s heard

You’re back on our land breaking your word

How could we ever trust you to keep a deal?

You say you make peace you say you make deals

You just made a thieves’ road letting everybody steal

How could we ever trust you to keep a deal?

Alright, let’s make a deal, so we never ever have to deal again

Let’s make a deal, so we never ever have to deal again

The gov’t said, here’s the deal man,

You’re gonna die if you don’t get off this land

That’s the final deal and there won’t be any more again

There’s gonna be a war, a war over land

Soldiers done with the Civil War

loading westbound trains so they can fight some more

There’s gonna be a war, a war over land