SOUTH DAKOTA

Since 1861 we may tell the story,
When this State was known as Dakota Territory.
The progress of a hundred years,
Stands as a shrine to the pioneers.
Who journeyed West to try their hand,
At building homes and owning land.
And so my friends let us relate,
Same facts about Our Good Old State.

South Dakota is the best 'ol state,
And there's two more added to the forty-eight.
It's got the gold in the old Black Hills,
The stomping ground of old Wild Bills.
The Pioneers came with wagon and teams,
To pan the gold from the mountain streams.
The gold they washed from the old sluch box,
Has filled the mint at old Fort Knox.
And there's the good old central plains,
Where cattle graze on the choicest range.
And the deep trod ruts from the old Ox Train,
Can still be seen on the grassy Plain.
When the coyotes howl and the moon is full,
The stars shine down on Sitting Bull,
Who sleeps alone on a gumbo ridge.
The champ cowboy began his career,
On an outlaw Bronc in old Fort Pierre.
It's Casey Tibbs who steals the shows,
Riding broncs at the rodeos.
A million tourists plot their course,
To Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse,
The buffalo herds and the antelope,
And the deer that graze on the mountain slope.

The Bad lands rise from the canyon floor, 
Cedar Pass and the Wall Drug Store, 
Where thousands buy souvenirs and pills, 
As they journey on to the old Black Hills. 
It's the best old state with the best old name,
Since the good old days of Calamity Jane. 
By the Pony Express and a smoking gun, 
We'll dam the rivers to run the mills.
We'll saw the logs from the pine clad hills, 
To build new homes for our Jacks and Jills. 
Who carry the torch with a steady hand, 
For the grandest state in this good old land.

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