Day: April 9, 2024

whether ndn, or not disasters happen. God bless those that come to help you in these times.

Dedicated to Disaster Relief Workers and those who went through this Hurricane.

just think of the song “Elvira” and you’ve got it.

Well I sat on the porch drinking coffee one day thinking about what I had heard on the news.

They told us to be on the lookout for a woman named Laura she might be headed our waaaay!

Oh Laura

As time went by, I watched her grow from a little thing into a big bad mean old woman!

Oh Laura

I watched as big bad Laura headed to my town!

Oh Laura ———Big Bad Laura

Oh Laura———Big Bad Laura

Well she blew into town

She rained on my parade

She came into my house and threw my stuff around!

And she wasn’t even invited in just made herself to home!

She stayed a day or two just angrily stomping around!

O Oh Laura——-Big Bad Laura

Oh Laura——-Big Bad Laura

First, she broke my heart, then she broke my house!

I watched her leave my town destruction in her wake.

Oh Laura——–Big Bad Laura

Oh Laura——–Big Bad Laura

I said Oh Lord

What did I do? Why did this happen to me

I hung my head and prayed

Why did you come?

You blew into my town.

You rained on my parade

You came into my house and threw my stuff around.

And you weren’t even invited in you just made yourself at home!

You stayed a day or two just angrily stomping around.

Oh Laura———–big bad Laura

First You broke my heart, then you broke my house!

I watched you leave my town destruction in your wake.

I stood shaking my fist at that

ba-ba bi-bi-

Oh Laura———- Biiiig Baad Laura!

I stand on what used to be my porch drinking coffee

Thanking the Lord that woman named Laura is gone! Awaaaay!

I wonder why they say I am more indigenous, native, ndn, than you are or ever hope or could be?

Well, let me tell what I believe to be what it takes to be an ndn. Indigenous, or native.

If you don’t like fry bread and beans well ma’am or sir you just ain’t indigenous, native or even ndn.

If you think Bolognie is a cheap form of Indian Round steak, then you ain’t native.

If you think commodity is the name brand for cheese then you ain’t ndn, indigenous, or even native.

If you think the Watusi is a stomp dance favorite then you ain’t indigenous.

If you don’t have a couple of junk cars in your yard then you ain’t ndn.

If you think Gravy Babies is the brand name of baby food then you surely ain’t native.

If you think someone misspoke when they said “wild onions” and you thought they meant “wild indians” then you ain’t ndn.

If you think Crawdads are a group of ndn fathers or a rock and roll band then you ain’t native.

If you think beads, a braided ponytail, and moccasins and speaking like Tonto makes you indigenous, oh heck no, you just ain’t Ndn!

If you think a “raised hand” and saying “How” is speaking Indian then buddy you just ain’t ndn.

If it takes an act of congress and a DNA test to prove you are Indian then sorry but you just ain’t NDN.

If you weren’t born into an NDN family the you ain’t NDN.

Finally! If, you don’t love this country then, well you just ain’t NDN and maybe sir or ma’am you’re probably not even an Uhh-Merican!