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A song from the point of view of a Native American working at a casino.
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Lyrics
Headlights dance before me through a cloud of smoke
Like 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.
Like 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.
thetiler
Interesting words here. Thanks for bringing this tune to Macjams.
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.