Sometimes I stand alone.
Sometimes I wonder
When will justice come
Like rolling thunder.

Rolling thunder! Rolling thunder! 
Roll me along.

Can't speak the language.
Can't burn the sage.
Can't dance the dances.
Can't pray in the medicine way.

Kidnapped the children.
Dragged from their homes
Took the parents
To a jail made of stone.

Can't smoke the sacred pipe.
Can't raise the flag.
Can't carry feathers.
Can't wear the medicine bag.

Rolling thunder! Rolling thunder!
Roll me along.

I saw it in the Black Hills
At wounded knee.
The mothers and children 
Who died for all to see.

Bulldozers roamed the plains
Tore down the teepees
Ripped out the mother's heart
Children were weeping!

Rolling thunder! Rolling thunder!
Roll me along.

The trail of broken treaties
Is a trail of tears.
The road's so painful these 
Five hundred years.

The eagle's flying
High above the clouds
Thunder cries
We did not die in vain.

Rolling thunder! Rolling thunder!
Roll me along.

Crazy horse is rising
Thunder on the plains
Lightening flashes
Down justice rains.
Crazy Horse is rising
Thunder on the plains
Lightening flashes and 
Down justice rains.

To all my relations
Turnkey