Fourteen Ninety Two

©2018 James Simpkins / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Sep 12, 2018
Produced by Demo My Song®
Lead Vocal: Scott

Their ships are settin’ sail
Their bows are pointed west
Their cargo hulls are full
We’ll be put to the test

They’re lookin’ for a new world
A place to plant their seed
They ain’t sharin’ our home
They don’t see no need

A conflict is a comin’
Approachin’ like a storm
Ain’t room for both of us
We’ll be sorry we were born

On the far side of the ocean
Blows a westward breeze
Drivin’ them to our shores
Never will they leave

On the far side of the ocean
It’s fourteen ninety two
They’re loadin’ up their guns
Our worst fears comin’ true

From Apache to the Zuni
The tribes are all on site
Annual meeting of the nations
Not prepared to fight

The Blackfoot and the Sioux
Cherokee and the Crow
Dancin’ ‘round the fire
Wyandot and Navajo

Never did we think
Their towns would bear our names
Little did we know
When from the ocean they first came

On the far side of the ocean
Blows a westward breeze
Drivin’ them to our shores
Never will they leave

On the far side of the ocean
It’s fourteen ninety two
They’re loadin’ up their guns
Our worst fears comin’ true

When from the ocean they came
To set foot on our land
We welcomed these pale strangers
We didn’t make a stand

The peace pipes are all broken
All treaties in the dust
There is a trail of tears
Steel promises now just rust

Many moons have passed
The buffalo all gone
Our burial grounds suburbs
We sing a sad sad song

On the far side of the ocean
Blows a westward breeze
Drivin’ them to our shores
Never will they leave

On the far side of the ocean
It’s fourteen ninety two
They’re loadin’ up their guns
Our worst fears comin’ true
Comin’ true

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Genre: Alternative, Rock, Southern Rock, Country, Alternative Country
Mood: somber, tragic, sad, deep
Instruments: guitar, drums, chimes, flute, male vocals