GERONIMO'S DOMINOES General Miles was a lonely man, I think He could lead his horse to water But he could not make it drink His white smile soothed the savage But his heart breathed only lies Promises of 40 acres betrayed by his eyes His drunken eyes Tumbleweed blowing White coals glowing Red land flowing With the sound Of Geronimo's dominoes falling down tonight They had so many reservations about the reservations Destroying their civilization Too many blue-coats to run, too many to fight Created merely sweet frustration The painted horse lay dormant bleading in the grass Along with all their dignity left somewhere in the past Tumbleweed blowing White coals glowing Red land flowing With the sound Of Geronimo's dominoes falling down tonight - Fall 1994, Kevin Burdick