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[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....