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 history
Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood
Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand
Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood
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 history
Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me
Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now