| Liars and murderers, pale faced intruders
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| Came one day to our shores
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| Years of deceit and injustice and greed
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| Led to the crimes and the wars
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| Hopelessly wronged, dragged from our homes
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| Placed into stockades
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| Loaded on wagons as cattle or sheep
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| Silently filled with this rage
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| And all through the nights, we sang and we cried
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| Holding on dearly
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| What gives you the right to do this
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| Who are the savages now!
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| It's a trail of tears, keep home fires burning
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| We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die
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| Suffering and dying, enduring the cold
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| Oppression without regret
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| Wantonly stealing our land and our gold
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| The Cherokee will not forget
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| And all through the nights, we sang and we cried
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| Holding on dearly
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| Four thousand graves along the way
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| Who are the savages now!
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| It's a trail of tears, keep home fires burning
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| We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die
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| It's a trail of tears, for our homes we are yearning
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| We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die |