…………………..SILOS………………….

Dennis Hatfield

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I ranch some cows, I raise some grain,

I stack my bails of hay

But it we can’t work it out

We may soon be on our way

I have some things to talk about

I have some things to say

If we can’t work it out

We may soon be on our way

From Cut Bank to Missouri’s Great Falls

That was the Blackfeet home

But silos dot the landscape now

Where warriors used to roam

I watch the children go to school

I don’t know what to say

But if we can’t work it out

We may soon be on our way

The silos in the pasture land

These silos don’t store grain

Silos store the Atom Bomb

Out on the Montana plains

They say my freedom rests on this

This land l work with my hands

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