The trail of tears began for all the cherokee

The white men came to trade & borrow but then they would not leave

Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea

Those of us who lived were sold to slavery



We welcomed them as brothers knowing nothing of their greed

Born hunters not the hunted as the white man hunts for me

We are descendants of the animals we live among the free

Our trail of tears would end one day at wounded knee.



Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me



When we do the ghost dance, the buffalo will return

Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn

Great spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky

The cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die



Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me



Red cloud, black hawk, sitting bull, crazy horse, geronimo

Strong and brave warriors to the grave



There has been much killing there will be much more

The medicine man is dancing he's calling us to war,

Hatchets sing with pride let the white men die



Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free

To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me


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