Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
I went to Little Big Horn, not a single word was said
Except one old lonely ghost said "the General's still dead"
The General's still dead."
I asked him if any Indians, ever came to call
He said the last one that he'd seen, rode off with big Chief Gall
Rode off with big Chief Gall
Ole Sitting Bull once told me, on this very ground
He saw blue coat pony soldiers, falling upside down
Falling upside down
There was not a single leaf on a cottonwood tree
They were gone as the men of the 7th Calvary
7th Calvary
I stood on Calhoun's Hill, rain fell like shattered glass
I felt 12,000 solders blood flowing through the grass
Flowing through the grass
I saw 100 years of Indians, dancing in the sun
I felt the Indian power. The battle is still won
The battle is still won
When they shot him through the heart, I wonder if it hurt
They left Mrs. Custer's husband to die there in the dirt
Die there in the dirt
Then a soldier came, and took me to the train
He said "Custer's still in Hell, boy, forget you ever came
Forget you ever came."
I went to Little Big Horn, not a single word was said
Except one old lonely ghost said "The general's still dead
The general's still dead."
Trip To Little Big Horn was written by Marty Stuart.