But the land was already claimed by a people when the cowboy came and when the soldiers came. The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways 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 Dakota land. Big Foot said to Custer, "Stay away from Crazy Horse." But Custer crossed into Sioux land, And he never came back across. Then Big Foot led his people To a place called Wounded Knee, And they found themselves surrounded By the 7th Cavalry. Big chief Big Foot, Rise up from your bed, Minneconjou babies cry For their mothers lying dead. Big Foot was down with a fever When he reached Wounded Knee; And his people all were prisoners Of the 7th Cavalry. Two hundred women and children And another hundred men Raised up a white flag of peace, But peace did not begin. An accidental gunshot And Big Foot was first to die; And over the noise of the rifles You could hear the babies cry. Big chief Big Foot, It's good that you can't see Revenge is being wrought By Custer's 7th Cavalry. Then smoke hung over the canyon On that cold December day. All was d**h and dying Around where Big Foot lay. Farther on up the canyon Some had tried to run and hide; But d**h showed no favorites, Women, men, and children died. One side called it a "ma**acre," The other a "victory," But the white flag is still waving Today at Wounded Knee. Big chief Big Foot, Your Minneconjou band Is more than remembered here In South Dakota land.