Was the night - I was young
   When my father called for his first born son
   Took me place at his side
   While this great chief raged in the fire light
   We'd reclaim days of old
   If the tribe would do what his dream foretold
  
   Praying to the vision of the promised land
   Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
   We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan
   When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
   And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of
  
   (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin'
   (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance
  
   Hypnotized by my tale
   Generations learn of the Great Betrayal long ago
   At Wounded Knee
   Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed
   Wouldn't buy what they sold - reservation
   Life for our Black Hills gold
  
   For praying to the vision of the promised land
   Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
   We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan
   The Great Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of
   The blue coat's guns (so we're singin')
  
   (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin'
   (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance
  
   For your soul, for your name
   Many brave men's blood's running through your veins
   Leave your mark - walk with pride
   Live in honor to those who gave their lives
   Ancient hearts are still seeking peace -
   As you sing and dance, so you set them free
  
   For praying to the vision of the promised land
   Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
   Pledging your allegiance to Wevoka's plan
   By the marker that stands where our women and children
   Fell to the blue coat's guns (start singin')
  
   Praying to the vision of the promised land
   Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
   We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan
   When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
   And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of