A link below referred to Crazy Horse. I can definitely recommend this album:

It's said that Crazy Horse had the power to dream himself into the real world...and leave the illusion behind.

So ride away
And don't recall the things that are best forgotten
And try and find a way
Of picking from the barrel the one that's rotten

The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders
So knock upon the door and you walk on in
You're just a child who has but to remember
That in yourself you just found your best friend

So ride away
Ride away

Some more lyrics from the song.

You took his land and you ate his corn
On his grave your land was born

You took his pride and you fed him dirt
You wished him winter without a shirt
And you called this Red Man "Savage"

After you crushed him you helped him up
To let him drink from an empty cup

You gave him the Navy without the fleet
And made him lick your hands and kiss your feet
And you named this mad dog "Savage"

Well I found a book the other day
So I looked up Red and White to see what it'd say

One was a savage the other unlearned
Like a look in the mirror the tables were turned
For history has named you "Savage"

I have waited patiently for you to pay your rent
But as yet I haven't seen that first red cent
I don't think that there's much chance of me evicting you
But watch out for the day that you get Sioux'd

A hundred years have seen the setting sun
But his sad country still is run
On his alcohol, tobacco, and guns
Alcohol, tobacco, and guns

Now you try to trick me
And lock me up in jail
Where would a stupid savage
Find the bondsman or the bail

I turn to run for I am scared
I want so to be free
I feel the ice-cold bayonet
As it sinks deep inside of me

But someday Great White Father you'll remember me

they will know the truth
When it's knowledge that they crave
Let them sing of the Land of the Free
And the Home of the Brave

And of the Great White Father that dug my grave

Brown rivers once were blue
Now the fish float upside-down
Ancestral burial grounds
That's where you've built your towns

The smokestacks from your factories
They pollute my skies
You slaughtered all my buffalo
And you left me here to die

And all of this you have done in the name of God

Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
On a creek called Wounded Knee
But there is more buried in his grave
Than the wisest men could see