Reservation Winds

The wind was blowing 80 miles an hour

The roof came off the casino

We’re talking about angry brown prairie land

Not Vegas or Reno

There’s an old country star fixin to come to town

Insulation from the roof is blowing round and round and round

Reservation winds

Plastic bags are blowing in the fence line

Like spirits gone wild

And they’ll be there forever with the tumbleweeds

Rattlesnakes are laying low keeping out of the sun

Rusted cars and wagons are showing how the west was won

Reservation winds

Truck trailer blown over in the ditch

Cowboy stands all alone

Little white wooden crosses over in the graveyard

There’s precious little stone

There’s an old country star fixin to come to town

Dust from the plow is blowin round and round and round

Reservation winds