Comanche Land from Wild Flora by Bart Moore

I will walk to Comanche Land, across the Texas plain
To the Llano Escotado, where no white man ever wanders on the ground
Where a man can get lost in oceans of grass
Where the people called Nermernuh disappear and reappear like ghosts

I will walk to Comanche Land, I must have lost my mind
They are hiding in the palisades, invisible but present just the same
They come thundering down the mountain in a screaming cloudy haze
They will gut you and they’ll burn you. They’ll insure it takes you seven days to die

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And I fear the wrath of God just like I fear
Those diminutive people riding on their mustangs
With their quivers full of arrows that they fire like machine guns
Don’t ever let them catch you. Keep one bullet in your rifle just in case.

I will walk to Comanche land where nothing marks the ground
Where the people live on horseback and make war upon Apaches
Where Chief Buffalo Hump goes riding and hunts buffalo by moonlight
With weapons from the Stone Age his armies terrorize the Texas plains

I will live in Comanche land, I’ll live upon my horse
I’ll make war upon the Pawnees and the Blackfeet and Apaches
I will follow Chief Quanah when he forms a raiding party
Let no white man ever wander here, I’ll make him sorry that he’s ever born

• Acoustic
• alt-americana
• alternative folk
• Grand Ledge