Reservations by UncleTupeloFan [Email]
Genre: Folk (contemporary)
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Description:
A song from the point of view of a Native American working at a casino.Lyrics:
Headlights dance before me through a cloud of smokeLike the moonlight used to dance upon the bay While buses that are filled with empty folks Cross their fingers, hoping this will be the day A seven minute break, I toss my cigarette And head back to the pit to deal the cards Where pioneers who took our place will place their bets While our fathers hide their faces in the stars Our ancestors were proud and full of spirit In a painted forest high above the sea Our reward kept in a vault, I can’t get near it And for my people, only the drinks are free There’s a Pequot museum past the slot machines People visit when the ATM says no Brave warriors in lifeless scenes A way of life that died so long ago “Change a hundred” for the hundredth time Money stains your hands much worse than blood I run the water hot to remove the grime As if there was some way I could Our ancestors were proud and full of spirit In a painted forest high above the sea Our reward kept in a vault, I can’t get near it And for my people, only the drinks are free. |
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An interesting approach to my ears in regards to a yesteryear type toune.
And how it seems like the gaming community may not be all it's cracked
up to be with the indian forfathers.
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