| I’m the child of the great Cree nation
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| See me I’m my father’s son
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| We live by the great bull
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| See me I’m the wild one
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| This morning we are ready
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| To show the buffalo our knives
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| And by the red of sunset
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| We’ll have relieved them of their lives
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| Buffalo jump, feel the thunder
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| Buffalo jump, across the plains
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| Buffalo jump, kill the hunger
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| Crashing over the cliffs of pain
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| The beast has well been gathered
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| We could have had a thousand more
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| We’ll run them to the edge
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| And they’ll tumble out through death’s dark door
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| And soon the blood will flow like water
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| Through these sun bleached ancient bones
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| It will revive this dusty land
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| On which our seeds of life are thrown
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| Buffalo jump, feel the thunder
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| Buffalo jump, across the plains
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| Buffalo jump, kill the hunger
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| Crashing over the cliffs of pain
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| See me I am the bravest
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| I’m the strongest of us all
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| I’ll stand beside the river’s edge
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| And watch the great black waterfall
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| I’m a child of the great Cree nation
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| See me I’m my father’s son
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| We live by the great bull
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| See me I’m the wild one
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| Buffalo jump, feel the thunder
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| Buffalo jump, across the plains
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| Buffalo jump, kill the hunger
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| Crashing over the cliffs of pain |