| Bury my soul | 
| Where the dust meets the sea | 
| Turn it loose in a lonely place | 
| Where a man can still be free | 
| Make up my clothes and sheets in a ball | 
| Put them in the ground | 
| Tell my children only truths | 
| And teach them to be proud | 
| Tell them dreams and miracles | 
| And when the thunder starts | 
| Bury my heart | 
| I’m born a traveling trouper | 
| But I laid my wings to rest | 
| Once I beat myself in vengeance | 
| Now I feather up my nest | 
| There are flags in my backyard | 
| Colors on my wall | 
| I pay my servant well | 
| But I make the bastard crawl | 
| And I pretend no blessed evil | 
| So I don’t hear that thunder start | 
| Bury my heart | 
| There’s a lily in the valley | 
| Where I bought the news to Lo | 
| I offered him my visions | 
| But the heathen rose to go | 
| So I drew my shining saber | 
| And I slew my sinning friend | 
| A Christian burial was all he needed | 
| To make him whole again | 
| Then I looked up way above me | 
| And God rent the sky apart | 
| Bury my heart | 
| We’re God’s chosen people | 
| This and other truths I know | 
| I put them into vicious practice | 
| Because my bible tells me so | 
| And I drowned the noble savage | 
| In the blessed holy water | 
| I fired his filthy village | 
| I civilized his daughter | 
| There are liars in the world | 
| Who say we shame the blood of Christ | 
| But killing is His mercy | 
| And nits grow into lice | 
| And all the gooks I napalmed | 
| I did it in His name | 
| And when the fools put me on trial | 
| I shouted out, «I'm not to blame» | 
| I did it for Him, I did it for Him | 
| I did it for Him, He made me do it | 
| He tore the heavens apart | 
| Bury my heart | 
| Now I’m going to the wilderness | 
| On a horse that I can trust | 
| And I’ll die where I fall | 
| In the hot dry dust | 
| And if you come to this place | 
| Remember this truth | 
| That only the mountains live forever | 
| Only the earth endures | 
| So will you bury my soul | 
| Where the dust meets the sea? | 
| And will you bury my heart | 
| At wounded knee? |