| A banner year 1864
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| Don’t want the red man anymore
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| Can’t have them taking up good land
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| Give them a token flag
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| Trade pipes and shake some hands
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| Tell them the white stripes stand for peace
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| Say if they raise red white and blue
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| Blue coats will never shoot at you
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| But stripes will loose their sheen
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| Black Kettle was their chief
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| He only wanted peace
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| Under the flag, a massacre at Sand Creek
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| Wave your flag. | 
| Salivate
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| Stirring feelings of pride and hate
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| A peace of cloth can’t hold your faith
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| No flag flies, no banner waves
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| See the empty pole above his empty grave
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| No one knows where he lies
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| And no one knows why he had to die
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| A banner year 1868
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| A bitter end a twist of fate
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| Maps won’t hold this melanoma
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| Blurry part of Oklahoma
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| Where Custer shot and killed Black Kettle
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| Wave your flag. | 
| Salivate
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| Stirring feelings of pride and hate
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| A peace of cloth can’t hold your faith
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| No flag flies, no banner waves
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| See the empty pole above his empty grave
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| No one knows where he lies
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| And no one knows why he had to die
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| A promise is a promise
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| A judge of character
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| His banner over me is love
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| No flag flies, no banner waves
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| See the empty pole above his empty grave
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| No one knows where he lies
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| And no one knows why he had to die
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| No flag flies, no banner waves
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| See the empty pole above his empty grave
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| No one knows where he lies
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| And no one knows why he had to die |