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Native American Child: An Odyssey
Buffy Sainte-Marie Lyrics


He's An Indian Cowboy In The Rodeo Sun is up, day is on Look for me, I'll be…
It's My Way I'm cutting my own way Through my own day And…
Little Wheel Spin and Spin Little wheel spin and spin And the big wheel turn around…
Moonshot Off into outer space you go my friends We wish you…
My Country 'tis of Thy People You're Dying Now that your big eyes are finally opened Now that you're…
Native North American Child Who's got a head o' hair to match up with…
Now That The Buffalo's Gone Can you remember the times That you have held your head…
Poppies I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to…
The Piney Wood Hills I'm a rambler and a rover and a wanderer it seems I've…


Chuck


on Moonshot

I don’t know if this interpretation is by AI or an idiot, but it isn’t close to the mark. “Off into outerspace” isn’t an awestruck nod to space travel, but sneering at those whose minds are basically in outer space. “We wish you bon voyage” is sardonic. Welcoming back is sincere, hoping they come back to earth and realize what is here in these simple places, these cultures rooted in balance with nature and those around us. Cultures buried by the might and white-washing of American society. The anthropologist disappeared from that American society and into native culture, for which his wife is distraught viewing him as lost. But he spoke the truth and spoke it boldly and wisely as if from the heavens themselves.

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