Sitting Bull

Posted on Thu 12 Jun 08

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.