Who'd you think that you could be?
Was it a hero, a big man of history
Did you wear a smile on your face?
Dakota shootout, Dakota shootout, Dakota oh yea
Bridge
Time is frozen here in this photograph, never coming back
Never moving on
We're survivers all, that night so black,
We still sing those songs together
A bullet went and freed your man
From all the bullshit this world demands
He's got a brand new scene to make
Dakota shootout, Dakota shootout, Dakota oh yea
Bridge
How's it feel to be truly alone
In the prison that you now call home
You've gone and dug yourself a grave
Dakota shootout, Dakota shootout, Dakota oh yea
© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com