D G D G G D
[Verse 1]
D G
He come to town looking for work back on a year or two
A G D
Now he's sleeping in the bushes off to one side of Montana Avenue
D G
Good people walk by shaking their head saying now ain't it a shame
A G D
Another Indian boy lost to the bottle and the methamphetamines
[Chorus]
D Bm D
But he dreams of Horses And Eagle Wings
Fm Bm A
The Dance of the Buffalo, Sacred rings
G D
At the Medicine Wheel.. they'll be Singing
G A
A thousand voices to call him home
G D G D
To the Big Horn Mountains above the Tree line
G D A D
At the Medicine Wheel.. time rolls on
[Verse 2]
D G
Now he woke up stumbling blind, yelling in the middle of the street
A G D
Cops came round, took him downtown so he could get some sleep
D
And they think it was just about the break of dawn
G
he just slipped away
A
He'd been talking all night but nobody knew
G D
what he was trying to say
[Chorus]
D Bm D
It was something about Horses And Eagle Wings
Fm Bm A
The Dance of the Buffalo Sacred rings
G D
At the Medicine Wheel they'll be Singing
G A
A thousand voices to call him home
G D G D
To the Big Horn Mountains above the Tree line
G D A D
At the Medicine Wheel... time rolls on....
G D A D
At the Medicine Wheel...time rolls on....
