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Well, the boys came lookin' for their soul They wanted all the world to see So they took Alcatraz and did a graveyard dance All they wanted was some dignity But from a rerun story from a late, late show Where the Indian gets no amnesty And spends the rest of his life in a Kansas cell At the bottom of priority High and dry, left to take another's blame High and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City Hear him up at Wounded Knee For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell At the bottom of priority Well, locked up, forgotten, tucked outta the way And treated like he wasn't a man They took their aim and wasn't it a shame How we stuck our head into the sand Well, it was way too late for the government They had to make somebody plea And spend the rest of his life in Kansas cell At the bottom of priority High and dry, left to take another's blame Letras de cancionesHigh and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City Hear him up at Wounded Knee For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell At the bottom of priority For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell At the bottom of priority From Letras Mania