Grand Southern Man

Back in the old days
There was an honest man
The embodiment of integrity and hope
He defended the oppressed
And took the righteous way
To sue for peace every single day

Nobody knew his name
The minority knew his plan

He was the Grand Southern Man
Out on the great western plain
He tried to stop the buffalo-soldiers
That was the raid of the white man

Within the gold rush,
Conflicts came to a head
Native American had to fight their land
He was a legend
Acted as intermediary to bring to mind
That all people are free

Everybody thought he'd die
I thought that he could fly

He was the Grand Southern Man
Out on the wild western plain
He tried to stop the buffalo-soldiers
It was the death of a legend
That no one reminds today

The southern man is still around
There is life after death
He flew as high as a bird
Now won't you tell me that he ain't dead

He was the Grand Southern Man
Out on the great western plain
He tried to stop the buffalo-soldiers
It was the death of a white man
A legend that died in vain



Credits
Writer(s): Jens-peter Abele, Marc Bauer, Nico Bauer, Sebastian Neumeier
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