Lyrics My Country 'Tis of Thy People You're Dying - Buffy Sainte-Marie
Now
that
your
big
eyes
have
finally
opened
Now
that
you're
wondering
how
must
they
feel
Meaning
them
that
you've
chased
across
America's
movie
screens
Now
that
you're
wondering
how
can
it
be
real
That
the
ones
you've
called
colorful,
noble
and
proud
In
your
school
propaganda,
they
starve
in
their
splendor
You've
asked
for
my
comment,
I
simply
will
render
My
country
'tis
of
thy
people
you're
dying
Now
that
the
long
houses
breed
superstition
You
force
us
to
send
our
toddlers
away
To
your
schools
where
they're
taught
To
despise
their
traditions
You
forbid
them
their
languages,
then
further
say
That
American
history
really
began
When
Columbus
set
sail
out
of
Europe
Then
stress
that
the
nation
of
leeches
that
conquered
this
land
Are
the
biggest
and
bravest
and
boldest
and
best
And
yet
where
in
your
history
books
is
the
tale
Of
the
genocide
basic
to
this
country's
birth
Of
the
preachers
who
lied,
how
the
Bill
of
Rights
failed
How
a
nation
of
patriots
returned
to
their
earth
And
where
will
it
tell
of
the
Liberty
Bell
As
it
rang
with
a
thud
o'er
Kinzua
mud
And
of
brave
Uncle
Sam
in
Alaska
this
year
My
country
'tis
of
thy
people
you're
dying
Hear
how
the
bargain
was
made
for
the
West
With
her
shivering
children
in
zero
degrees
Blankets
for
your
land,
so
the
treaties
attest
Oh
well,
blankets
for
land
is
a
bargain
indeed
And
the
blankets
were
those
Uncle
Sam
had
collected
From
smallpox-diseased
dying
soldiers
that
day
And
the
tribes
were
wiped
out
and
the
history
books
censored
A
hundred
years
of
your
statesmen
have
felt
It's
better
this
way
And
yet
a
few
of
the
conquered
have
somehow
survived
Their
blood
runs
the
redder
though
genes
have
paled
From
the
Gran
Canyon's
caverns
to
craven
sad
hills
The
wounded,
the
losers,
the
robbed
sing
their
tale
From
Los
Angeles
County
to
upstate
New
York
The
white
nation
fattens
while
others
grow
lean
Oh
the
tricked
and
evicted
they
know
what
I
mean
My
country
'tis
of
thy
people
you're
dying
The
past
it
just
crumbled,
the
future
just
threatens
Our
life
blood
shut
up
in
your
chemical
tanks
And
now
here
you
come,
bill
of
sale
in
your
hands
And
surprise
in
your
eyes
that
we're
lacking
in
thanks
For
the
blessings
of
civilization
you've
brought
us
The
lessons
you've
taught
us,
the
ruin
you've
wrought
us
Oh
see
what
our
trust
in
America's
brought
us
My
country
'tis
of
thy
people
you're
dying
Now
that
the
pride
of
the
sires
receives
charity
Now
that
we're
harmless
and
safe
behind
laws
Now
that
my
life's
to
be
known
as
your
'Heritage'
Now
that
even
the
graves
have
been
robbed
Now
that
our
own
chosen
way
is
a
novelty
Hands
on
our
hearts
we
salute
you
your
victory
Choke
on
your
blue
white
and
scarlet
hypocrisy
Pitying
the
blindness
that
you've
never
seen
That
the
eagles
of
war
whose
wings
lent
you
glory
They
were
never
no
more
than
carrion
crows
Pushed
the
wrens
from
their
nest
Stole
their
eggs,
changed
their
story
The
mockingbird
sings
it,
it's
all
that
he
knows
"Ah,
what
can
I
do?",
say
a
powerless
few
With
a
lump
in
your
throat
and
a
tear
in
your
eye
Can't
you
see
that
their
poverty's
profiting
you?
My
country
'tis
of
thy
people
you're
dying
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