Lyrics Cherokee Bend - Gordon Lightfoot

Cherokee Bend

His father was a man who could never understand
The shame on the red man’s face
So they lived in the hills and they never came down
But to trade in the white man’s place
Early in the spring when the snow had disappeared
They came down with a bag of skins
In the fall of the year of 1910
Daddy died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend
Daddy didn’t like what the white man said
Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn’t like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
But the boy stayed back till he’d come to his end
Then he run like the wind from Cherokee Bend
Now the mother was alone and the winter was at hand
And she prayed to her spirit kin
It was warm in the lodge in the Kentucky hills
On the day when the boy came in
Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door
Till they thought that it never would end
And he told her the tale of the terrible affair
In the government store down in Cherokee Bend
Daddy didn’t like what the white man said
Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn’t like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
For three long days and three long nights
They wept and they mourned and then
She returned to her work and her weavin'
And they tried to forget about Cherokee Bend
Now the boy wasn’t big but he hunted what he could
And they lived for a time that way
But the food run low and the meat went bad
And she said to the boy one day
«I'm leavin' tonight and I never will return
From the land of my spirit kin
You must take what you need and trade what you can
For a red man’s grave down in Cherokee Bend»
It wasn’t very long till she closed her eyes
And he wrapped her in a robe
He found her a place on the side of a hill
And he buried her in the snow
Early in the spring he was seen comin' down
With his load lookin' ragged and thin
Not a year had gone by till he stood once again
In the government store down in Cherokee Bend
He was ten years tall and a redskin too
So he hadn’t much face to save
And the men sat around and they laughed and they clowned
At the talk of a criminal’s grave
Then a man from the east didn’t smile when he said
«you're the son of that indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white man’s rules here in Cherokee Bend»
Daddy didn’t like what the white man said
Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn’t like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
And he spit on the floor of the government store
And it served him to no good end
At the close of the day they had taken him away
To the white man’s school down in Cherokee Bend
It’s been twenty one years since the boy disappeared
Where he run to nobody knows
But they say he fell in with a man named Jim
And he rides in the rodeos
And they say he returns all alone to a place
Hidden deep in the Kentucky glen
And it’s pretty well known who hauled up the stone
To the grave on the hill above Cherokee Bend
Daddy didn’t like what the white man said
Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn’t like what the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend