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Gone to South Dakota
Scott Simpson
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Well I was headed out west on interstate 90
Not too worried ‘bout what lay behind me
So much was just up ahead,
Voices to be heard and lines to be read, yeah
Some wounds are still so fresh
They tell their stories in bone and flesh
Some landscapes ring so true
They pull me in—they’re gonna get you too!
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon and mountains...
Of history.
Well, I saw the Rushmore carving against a needled sky
And Crazy horse pointing to where his people lie
I stood in Saloon number 10 where Wild Bill finally folded
Saw tailings, good and bad, from when the Black Hills golded
Down toward Fort Robinson the cells were harsh
And up at Medora, Teddy’s ranch, the soldiers marched
Well, the Missouri was a highway, and the railroad grew
Broken treaties carved the land up, and the people too
Some things are sad reminders of what should never be
No one will forget Wounded Knee...
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon and mountains...
Of history.
They’ve got mountains of history
Yeah, yeah
Mountains of history, yeah, yeah!
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
There’s a whole lot of adventure
And a little bit of mystery.
Said I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon and mountains...
Of history... mountains of history...
They’ve got mountains of history
Yeah, yeah...
Source: ScottSimpsonAllLyrics (2).pdf · pp. 184–185
Other supplied versions
Simpson_lyric_sheets
Well I was headed out west on interstate 90
Not too worried ‘bout what lay behind me,
So much was just up ahead—
Voices to be heard, lines to be read.
Some wounds are still so fresh
They tell their stories in bone and flesh;
Some landscapes ring so true
They pull me in—they’re gonna get you too.
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon, and mountains...
Of history.
I saw the Rushmore carving under a needled sky,
And Crazy Horse pointing where his people lie.
I stood in Saloon # 10, where Wild Bill folded,
Saw tailings—good and bad—from when the Black Hills “golded.”
Down toward Ft. Robinson the cells were harsh,
Up at Medora—Teddy’s ranch—soldiers marched.
The Missouri was a highway, and the railroad grew,
Broken treaties carved the land up—and the people too.
Some things are sad reminders of what should never be,
And no one will forget Wounded Knee.
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon, and mountains...
Of history.
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
It’s full of adventure
And a little bit of mystery.
I’m gone to South Dakota,
Aren’t you coming with me?
They’ve got a distant horizon, and mountains...
Of history.
Mountains of history...
They’ve got mountains
Of history.
Source: Simpson_lyric_sheets.pdf · pp. 19
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