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've got our freedom on the run

The River is wide and it’s wicked
But it ends where there’s peace for one and all