Story Behind The Song

"Only when the last tree has been cut down, the last fish been caught, and the last stream poisoned, will we realize we cannot eat money." -- Cree Indian Prophecy

Lyrics

I live on the Missouri River
Where my people were moved before the flood
I recall when its surface shimmered
But the water has become thick as mud

This land that you're excavating
It lives and breathes under your feet
And the plants that you're suffocating
Remember when the air was sweet

Cause they take in what you put out
Yeah, you take in what you put out

So when the forests have no trees
And when the fish have left the seas
And when the earth's given up

Don't you know, you can't eat money

This country is confusing
We're not the free, you're not the brave
You fight a battle that we're all losing
To bury dollars in your grave

Cause you take in what you put out
And the blood is on your hands

And when the forests have no trees
And the fish have left the seas
And when the earth's given up
Don't you know, you can't eat money

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Hank Thomas	What The Hell, I Like It !	10/14/2020
Hank Thomas	Heaven & Earth	10/14/2020
John Walradt	This is what I call songwriting	9/25/2020