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Saturday, October 23, 2021

Natalie Diaz

 



Jimmy Eagle’s Hot Cowboy Boots Blues

On June 26, 1975, two FBI agents drove into the Jumping Bull property on the Sioux Reservation, allegedly in pursuit of Jimmy Eagle, a teen accused of stealing a pair of cowboy boots.

Jimmy Eagle, them FBI boys are just a-throbbin’ for you

since you put on them pretty red-handed hot cowboy boots

Better hope your red pickup grows wings and flies fast

’cause Uncle Sam’s dreamin’ down Injuns in red Dakota grass

The crime’s not so much, but they don’t belong to you

What’s a wild bird like you need with whiteman shoes?

Yep, Jimbo, the feds have a warrant named “you”

Soar Jumping Bull’s golden hills, boy, and defend your coup

Jimmy Eagle, the brass is straight-lampin’ for you

They’re hot and you’re red-handed with ’em sharp cowboy boots

The crime’s not so much, but they don’t belong to you

What’s a wild bird like you need with whiteman shoes?

Now, Jimmy, they’re callin’ in cavalry ghosts of the past

Head for the stockpiled commods and arrows, man, hope that they last

Jimmy, baby, the gov’ments on your tail with a green light to shoot

worked-up ’n’ tizzied for some hot goddamn red-handed cowboy boots

The crime’s not so much, but they don’t belong to you

What’s a wild bird like you need with whiteman shoes?

Go ’head, Jimmy, stomp them new shoes, dance up the sand, make ’em flash

’cause they’re lookin’ to bury bullets in your brown barefoot ass


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