The hand was dealt
He twists
Then folds
To sit ‘til death
And rock ‘n’ roll.
‘You will not last’ the doctors said
‘Won’t comb a grey hair on your head’
They ARE wrong,they WERE wrong,were they EVER more wrong?
Sitting Bull stays yet a while
Sing you a song to make you smile
Sing you another that has you cry
Sing you a song ‘til he’s done
And dies.
For song is the living breath of life
His second chance
His second wife
The cradle of his love;
Of Sitting Bull.
And what’s left to say i cannot say,
Is written on his laughing face
And i will not lie
And i will not guess
We have today.