Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump Lyrics

Dust flies high in the midday sun on a trembling plain
Falls like rain
Feels like thunder.
Dressed in skins, the blackfoot drive the buffalo
To the rocks below
Hunters' plunder.
The waiting ones they dance around the slain
To celebrate the harvest of the plain:
Makes me wonder,
Makes me wonder,
Makes me wonder.

Salt meat, moccasin feet, wigwams, rattles in hands ...
Salt meat, moccasin feet, wigwams, rattles in hands ...
Smoke clouds in a pool-room bar. In the middle of the night,
Looking for a fight,
He stalks the table.
Slow move, a shuffling step and a trembling hand,
A shadow of a man,
Barely able.
And the hunter's watchful eyes now search the floor,
But he can't find a purpose anymore
Makes me wonder,
Makes me wonder,
Makes me wonder,

Dead-beat, stumbling feet, beer cans rattle in hands ...

Salt meat, moccasin feet, wigwams, rattles in hands ...