THE LAST INDIAN
(Bob Coltman)

Based on the famous words of Seattle, the Dawamish chief, and Smohalla of the Wanapum.

The Last Indian rode out on his canvas
Horse, and he looked the country up and down, and he said,
Shame on you, you built a building instead of standing under the sky,
And you know you never used the sun to see your happiness by.

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And he said,
Oh, wo, should I cut my mother's hair?
Should I take a knife her bosom to tear?
No, my invisible dead throng around you, they're pulling on your hand,
You will never be alone, never be free from the Last Indian.

The Last Indian ran, dived into the
Lake, and he felt the water stream behind, and he said,
Yes, and you know you're having trouble calming your mind,
My knife is in your heart, and my agony is making you blind.
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The Last Indian rose on his tiptoe
High, and he spread his arms to the sky, and he said,
Yes, and you know your works will not last long,
They will crumble and fall, and this land will forget your song.
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