Well you look just like General Custer
on the day of his last stand
Heading up into the black hills
glorious and grand
I saw it by your side
a map in your hand
Heading up into the rain
singing "This land is your land"
Now I`ve seen your dust a-rising
and I`ve seen your numbers swell
I`ve seen you crossing the badlands
and I`ve heard your captains yell
I`ve watched you when you`re sleeping
I`ve seen you filling up your can
Thinking as you work
that this land is your land
But now you`re bursting into my country
you`re messing up my fields
You`re playing games with my holy places
you`re tearing the earth with your wheels
Right now your star is ascending
and your head is bursting with pride
But I wonder if Custer was still singing
“This land is my land” when he died
Was he still singing “this is my land” when he died
was he singing that it`s my land when he died
Was he singing when he died
was he singing when he died
Was he singing it`s my land when he died
when he died...
Was he singing when he died