Morongo, Morongo:  Indian gambling casino song lyrics:  where all the morons go, red man's land.  MickTerry.com

Morongo, Morongo:  Indian gambling casino song lyrics:  where all the morons go, red man's land.  MICK TERRY
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( Indian gambling casino song lyrics )
MORONGO, MORONGO
Copyright 2004 - MickTerry.com

The old chief spoke in halting voice,
his English not that good.
The sun-dried skin of his wizened face
seemed carved from hardened wood.
His flowing hair, a peppered gray,
shone white in the desert sun.
The words he gave to us that day
were from the ancient ones:

"The prairie is a vacant home,
the antelope long gone.
What buffalo are left to roam
are herded onto farms.
The prairie is a desert now,
the rich earth turned to sand,
the grass consumed by the white man's cow
on this, the red man's land."

    MORONGO, MORONGO,
    where all the morons go
    to lose all their money.
    MORONGO, MORONGO,
    where all the morons play.

"Our people long have suffered much:
betrayal, lies, deceit.
The white man used his poisoned touch
to leave us in defeat.
Now, once again the treaty breaks.
It breaks at the white man's whim.
He grants each tribe a sovereign state
and then invades again."

    CHORUS

        "Gambling we are powerless,
        he wants to tax our wins.
        He never dreamed we'd have success
        with money from his sins.
        Gambling we are powerless,
        he wants to take away
        whatever he can not possess.
        He thinks we have no say."

The old chief's gaze dropped to the sand
then lifted to the sky.  
[spoken]   He said,
"We all are stewards of this land
and there will come a time
to answer for our making use
or for our making waste.
Great Spirit won't accept excuse
for how we live our days."

    CHORUS

"So, take advantage while you can
of gifts that others give,
for, like the shifting desert sands,
those gifts can be short-lived.
So, take advantage of the man
that throws his cash your way.
As in the past, he'll want it back,
but now he'll have to pay."

Copyright 2004  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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If you are offended by any of these lyrics, then we are sorry that we misunderestimated your senses of humanity & humor. )
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Morongo is a casino/hotel rising out of the desert
just west of Palm Springs, CA, (Grand Opening 12-10-04)
named after the Native American tribe that owns it.
Now that Indian gaming has become phenomenally
successful, politicians (and gambling houses
of Las Vegas & Laughlin) want to heavily tax the tribes.
This would violate (again) the sanctity of sovereign nations,
a status granted to the tribes
(and the small parcels of land that were belatedly given back to them)
by the federal & state governments.

To other spiritual song lyrics:   MEDIUM
To other money song lyrics:   TOUGH JOB
To other gambling song lyrics:   WORN OUT BY OUR VACATION
IF IT'S MY WIFE, I'M NOT HERE
WINNING WITH A LOSING HAND
To other Native American / Indian song lyrics:   RUSTY WATERS
EHAWEE IS GONE
BANKS OF THE BIG SANDY
WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO MONTEZUMA?
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