Please note that I've only written one song. I had just finished reading Michener's,"Centennial" that had left me very upset. On a bus from Texas to NY, the enormous turmoil I was feeling just poured out of me, as you will read below. Like magic I felt 100% better. A few years later, holding my four-string tenor guitar, in 1976 I performed this live on the 4th of July at Lena's Coffee House in Saratoga Springs, NY:

- WHITE MAN'S GREED -

The soldiers rode their horses fast
Toward the reservation
The braves had gone to hunt for food
The soldiers were ‘advanc’n’

The tepees stood tall each eye to eye
The Northern Star was in the sky
All the children fast asleep
Their mothers weary no food to eat
The braves had gone to hunt for food
The soldiers knew just what to do

They aimed their cannon from the hills
The fuses were lit – the earth she stood still
The children they cried
Their mothers they died
The generals were ‘a-pranc’n’

Now the chief’s young son
He was just barely two
My Lord, oh God, what could he do?
The braves had gone to hunt for food
The soldiers knew just what to do


When the chief came home
He found his young wife
She’d been raped and stabbed
By a soldier’s knife


High in the sky an eagle did fly
Looking down he asked himself why
All they wanted was to be left alone
To hunt and fish – to keep their tepees warm

Their land was sacred and the air was clean
But the white-man’s greed destroyed their dreams
The braves had gone to hunt for food
The soldiers knew just what to do