Custer lived by the sword
And was killed by the horde
Seeking glory he died for this land

At the little big horn
A cult legend was born
Let us go back to Custer's Last Stand

Custer's Last Stand
Strained the chains of command
Men were slaughtered to pieces
At George Custer's Last Stand

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Sitting Bull stood as chief
At the battle too brief
Undergoing the grueling Sun Dance

He would lead his people
Though the plains and steep hills
Thus emboldened by Sitting Bull's trance

Sitting Bull's Trance
Was a true necromance
The grasshoppers fell lifeless
Citing Sitting Bull's Trance

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Custer's men were outmatched
With his plans fooly hatched
Oh, the gory when tomahawks bash

More than two hundred men
Mounted up - charging in
Just to fall dead in Custer's Mad Dash

Custer's Mad Dash
Was a real culture clash
Cavaliers beat by Injuns
Hoofprints Custer's Mad Dash

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Elements of surprise
Didn't work for these guys
When they bushwhacked the Sioux and Cheyennes

They were struck down and shived
None but one horse that lived
They would all die by Custer's bad plans

Custer's bad plans
Made the dung hit the fans
When he acted capricious
Down went Custer's bad plans

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Though the treaties were signed
Things would quickly unwind
When gold miners came swarming like ants

Mining men pushed out tribes
Congress men took their bribes
Leading up to how George lost His Pants

George Lost his Pants
With one hell of a chance
While presenting his thesis
Poor ol' George Lost His Pants