Song From Platte River

I was freezing on the banks of Platte River

And I was thinking of General Custer and his last stand

And I bowed my head, what has he done

He’s got my freedom on the run

I was thinking how they shot Mister Lincoln

And I remember all the mountains that he made

And I bowed my head, what have they done

They’ve got my freedom on the run

The River is wide and it’s wicked

But it ends where there’s peace for one and all

I was thinking of the measure of my weakness

Like so many I condemn and do not know

And I bowed my head, what have we done

We got my freedom on the run

The River is wide and it’s wicked

But it ends where there’s peace for one and all

Written by Michael Brewer & Tom Shipley
1970 Talking Beaver Music/BMI

Buddah Records released 1970