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1938

from Hard Sardine by Luke Callen

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Sometime in the Summer nine teen and thirty eight
Mdewaken land seized by the state
They flooded the dead cut all them old trees
Sent 'em down to some machine
At the edge of the reservation

Then came the boats with their silver and coal
And a preacher with his quota for souls
When they couldn't kill the one inside
Went ahead and killed the one outside
The edge of the reservation

Couldn't been bout thirty years after
They brought in the nuclear reactor
Poisoned the water that fed the land
But gave em a casino to charge the white man
Who sells beer at the edge of the reservation

So we stole their names what we thought of their faces
Selling football butter and naming our places
Only left just one place to go
That's not to mention the buffalo
At the Edge of the Reservation

Sometime in the Summer nine teen and thirty eight
Mdewaken land seized by the state
They flooded the dead cut all them old trees
Put up a town they call it Red Wing
At the Edge of the Reservation

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from Hard Sardine, released May 18, 2021
Guitar & Vocals - Luke Callen

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Luke Callen Minneapolis, Minnesota

Luke Callen is originally from the river town of La Crosse, WI-the heart of the Driftless Region-and currently lives in Minneapolis, MN by way of Colorado. A teller of tall tales and a singer of short tunes-Luke lugs around a couple of guitars-a few harmonicas and even a banjo if he has to. A simple writer and liver who cares more about his cast irons than he does about his interweb streams. ... more

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