Songs from the Bard of Lincoln

Custer
Had It Comin’

He didn’t read the signs
You gotta be just so polite
When you cross anothers’ lines

George Custer’s down in hist’ry books
As a hero of some kind
But an Indian who would agree
Is kinda hard to find
He didn’t have no manners
He won everythin’ by force
Until at Little Big Horn
When he lost to Crazy Horse

Now the Indians owned Montana land
Had done for centuries
They expect’d any visitors
To mind their Qs and Ps
But Custer didn’t give a hoot
Just tossed his golden curls
He thought that Sioux, and shy-Anne too
Were names you gave to girls

Well Custer felt he had it sussed
The way on through seemed clear
His front drew up, began to charge
His end drew very near
But he hadn’t paused to look both ways
It was tantamount to theft
He surely didn’t have the right
So nothing much was left

So if you find you’re rushing in
To something you ain’t planned
Remember old George Custer’s scalp
Removed at his Last Stand
You need to scout the way ahead
If victory’s to dawn
Or you might start the day as George
But finish up as Sean

Tony the Bard 12.12.03