Spearfish South Dakota
What an odd name, ye may think of me
But for a lack of luck ye all would know me
Maybe my name would be steeped in lore
In our Country’s Great Plains fabled stories
Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood
Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in his blood with his famous hand
Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees peppered his skin
Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins
I’m in the center of timber and gold
All around me is glory and fame
The great mighty Sioux Nation
And the tears that they paid
Now only grade school books tell my story
Come visit the Little Big Horn, Custer’s Last Stand
Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest
Four faces carved in stone, a true monument
I stand true to the blood of those who bore me
Shrouded in the famous Black Hills golden history
Sturgis’ freedom now rumbles right next to me
Spearfish South Dakota, God’s paradise, has always been
