I Can Still Feel The Restless Dakota Wind Poem by Little Eagle McGowan

I can still feel the restless Dakota wind
Fan the dusty plains and me
My lips dry till I reached that stream
Where Tully's cabin used to be
All alone at the end of his long journey
The old man couldn't hardly see
Guitar in hand, we'd walk to the water
And sit on two rocks by a big tree

Then he would strum a lick, and get half lit
And go to readin' the writin' on the wall
Singin' Freedom's song common sing along
The Spirit of our fathers comes to call
Now jus coz you can, your dreams in hand
You climb up a mountain, just to fall
Paddle your canoe, do whatcha gotta do
Gotta be nuthin' to ever be sumpin' at all.

Ole Jim Tully he taught me a chord or two
Till I could finally hold out on my own.
How to read a track, spearfish in the sun
And bow hunt all my own food down
Used dip and chew, smoked the peace pipe
Saw the need for a man to stand alone
But Jim went to the happy hunting grounds
And this song's called, Jim Tully's stone.