.On the hill where Custer was,
Making his last stand,
With the Indians all around,
And his gun in his hand.
Such a wind was blowing that day,
Through the battleground,
I could feel it in my hair,
As I turned towards downtown.
Weaving through the buildings,
Cutting though th.
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