Remember The Indian Cowboy

There’s some doin’s planned in the the northeast part of my state this year that are mighty pleasing. From the East Oregonian:

The “Two Cultures, One Community Pow Wow” — translated as Nápt Tananáwit, Láxs Níšayčt — marks a collaboration between the Confederated Tribes of the Umatilla Indian Reservation and the city of Pendleton. The inaugural pow wow is Feb. 23-25, bringing potentially thousands of people to the city for the event.

Of course, this makes me think of the Joe Ely song;

If you ever go out to the circus
Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
Well I’ll tell you a tale to remember
When the white horses leap rings of fire

It was a cold night in Oklahoma
And the show was about to begin
And the animals, they were all restless
When the star horse, she broke from her pen

Now she was a mare of high spirit
Just like a whore on a Saturday night
She’s kicking and bucking past the men who was brushing
The elephants lying on their sides

Now next to the tent sat some lanterns
And they was dangerously close to the hay
And that mare headed straight for those lanterns
That some fool had put there by mistake

Ooh then up stepped some Indian cowboy
And his lasso went whirling though the air
And in the full dead middle of danger
Ooh, he roped that runaway mare

And then the elephants raised up their trumpets
Two of them broke from their chains
Stampeded that Indian cowboy
Who had saved the Big Top from flames

So if you ever go out to the circus
Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
You just remember that Indian Cowboy
When the white horses leap rings of fire