“Lost Americans”: A national ballad of history and tragedy
We came across the ocean fighting through the stormy waves We carved out our dominion And planted it with graves We built a mighty nation on the backs and blood of slaves And sang our praise unto the Lord for the blessings that He gave In a covered wagon rolling cross the endless plain the earth was dark with carcasses of the buffalo we’d slain We sent our soldiers out to make the Indians feel the pain And swore our souls were white as snow without a crimson stain We’re the lost Americans The lost Americans We came into a