Oh the wind blows cold on the trail of the buffalo Oh the wind blows cold in the land of the Navajo In the land of the Navajo A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand Oneeyed Jack the trader held some turquoise on his hand And by his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend He vowed that he would stay by Jack till the bitter end Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering life He might have had a happy home or a tender loving wife But his hunger was for tradin trappers firs for turquoise stones Anything the Indians had Jack wanted for his own Oh the wind blows cold... Said Jack to Running Elk Id gamble all my precious stones Before Id leave my body here among these bleached bones For now my time is drawin near and Im filled with dark regret My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set Weve raped and killed and stole your land we ruled with guns and knives Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your wives Said Running Elk whats done is done you white men rule this land So you play your cards face up and lay your brokenhearted land You might also likeOh the wind blows cold... When youre dealin cards of death the jokers wild the ace is high Jack bet the Mississippi river Running Elk raised him the sky Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him with the stars Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains Jupiter and Mars The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of spades Running Elk just rolled his eyes smiled and pssed away Jack picked up his turquoise stones and cast them to the sky Stared into the setting sun and made a mournful cry Oh the wind blows cold...
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