Buddy Tabor is married to a Navajo, originally from New Mexico. Once they were on tour and came upon some signs promoting a Native American pow wow. On an impulse they decided to go, even though it was not part of his wife's heritage. They were both tremendously moved by the experience and here's the song he wrote about it:

Oklahoma Pow Wow
                      Buddy Tabor, Juneau, Alaska
Pow wows, oil wells, the beat of a drum
Dancers in a circle, circle 'neath the setting sun
Parking lot, pickup truck, a paint, a mustang mare
Cowboy hats and eagle feathers join flying everywhere
Fry bread and coffee, buffalo stew
Everybody's talking to friends old and new
Little children running, laughing, playing around
The wisdom of a thousand generations coming down

Have you ever been to Oklahoma
Winding roads and Osage hills
Life is old in Oklahoma
Ancient ways are down there still

Tepees, lodgepoles, buckskin and beads
Choctaw, Seminoles, Cheyenne and Cherokee
Blue sky, red earth, our lives are but a song
Interwoven fabric, to each other we belong
Don't need no watch, no camera, take a picture with your mind
Down in Oklahoma, down in Indian time

Veterans are honored, into the circle they walk
Everybody's praying, now nobody talks
Drummer keeps on singing in a high-pitched prayer
Red tailed hawk keeps dancing fancy circles in the air
Red tailed hawk                  dancing in the wind
Fancy dancing, trying hard to find the end
The end is the beginning, the beginning is just the end
Redtailed hawk keeps dancing fancy circles in the wind