Lyrics:
For a mean baby, well I like your pants.
Born in South Dakota.
For a mean baby, well I like your hips.
Born in South Dakota, I was in born in
start again
With another.
There's a setting sun,
Where you once found
You were in love.
Danny met Dakota looking deep into the wishing well.
The sun shines down on a South Dakota morning
And I can see their faces in my eyes
I wish they were behind me
My enemy can find me
If only
I, can make up my own words
Oh Dakota, I know our love is new.
I barely know ya
I'm falling over you
It's the way you do, the things you do
That
and everything did change
Come on, Dakota
Tell me you don't wish I was still the same
I know a man dressed as a woman, heels, curly wig and nails
Fell for a boy
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
Johnny:
I left my baby east of the Rockies
North of the Rio Grande
West of M'sippi
South of Dakota land.
When you hit Texas
Take Route 33
Turn right
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
The black
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
The black
in view
But it's a long long road to get back home
That North Dakota farm boy had diamonds in the backyard
So near, and yet so very far
That North
Snowing, through South Dakota I once drove,
With the wife of my best pal,
Who cloaks her heart from cold with gold.
It was well into the winter,
the wrong move and they shot him down
One they called Dakota Jack and one El Paso Red
The other just turned twenty and he's called the Killer Kid
Good advice
A story of tragedy, like that day at Wounded Knee, South Dakota
Big Foot was an Indian chief
Of the Minneconjou band
A band of Minneconjou Sioux
From South
there's something you gotta see
That man had got a dancing bear tied up to that old tree
I said dance dance Dakota dance all around the country store
Me
Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
To the beautiful Indian country
That I love
Lost my heart in the black hills
Looking into the valley
Golden rods of wheat
Against the sun
A brilliance can be seen
Little North Dakota town
Standing all alone
Windows
Reno Dakota, there's not an iota of kindness in you
You know you enthrall me and yet you don't call me
It's making me blue, Pantone 292
Reno
Pine Ridge, South Dakota's got a lot of good people
Doing bad things to one another
Pine Ridge, South Dakota's got a lot of good people
Yea it's
Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance
There's seven new people born
Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance
There's seven new people born
Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewheres in the distance
There's seven new people born
ring out
Like the ocean's poundin' roar
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in
