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Natives

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Native Americans called this land home
Before British settlers called it America
Raised in the land, that’s why we’re natives
We rode big horses before there were Mercedes
No roads, no dollars, no cell phones
Just green grass and blue skies, we were free to roam
From the mountains, buffalo were in plain sight
Before concrete cities, we had pueblos
Kind of like apartments, made of mud and stone
With tipis we traveled light, home away from home
A tent made from animal skins and wooden poles
Proud member of a tribe, I never feel alone
Oh, we dance, we sing, perform rituals
Those are custom, purposeful traditions
We gave a lot to celebrate Thanksgiving
Let’s come together, everybody needs a village

Native Americans, creative Americans
Everything we have comes from the land
Clothes and tipis are made by hand
My tribe, my pride, makes me who I am

Living in my chickee was different than a tipi
I had a floor, thatched roof, and open sides for a br-eeze
Some we built for cooking, some for sleeping
But we use the longhouse when we have a meeting
The long, narrow, single room is perfect for us
We talk, we teach, we laugh, entertain and discuss
Ideas about farming and migration
If resources run low, we pack up our stuff
And leave our homes, no time for reservations
No hotels along the trail, just faith and trust
So I keep a soft soul like my moccasins
Full of life when I breathe fresh oxygen
Shhhh! I saw something, I reach for my quiver
Grab an arrow, draw my bow, I’m about to deliver
A warning shot, hold on, these people are different
But they don’t look dangerous, let’s invite them dinner

Native Americans, creative Americans
Everything we have comes from the land
Clothes and tipis are made by hand
My tribe, my pride, makes me who I am

Let me hear you say ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh
Let me hear you say ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh

Native Americans, creative Americans
Everything we have comes from the land
Clothes and tipis are made by hand
My tribe, my pride, makes me who I am

Days become weeks, weeks become months
Years go by and we learn so much
10 years in a decade, 100 in a century
We thank ancestors for making our history