| Wake up sweet Cherokee I’m coming home
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| I see the haze of the fog in the canyons where we used to roam
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| But your people didn’t like my white man’s ways
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| But I love you Cherokee don’t care what they say
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| Time is catching up with me cause I’ve been on the road
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| I traveled way up north and then down through Mexico
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| If I had a nickel for the times I’ve slept in the cold
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| I’d be a rich man for a while then I’d lose it all
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| I’d be a rich man for a while then I’d lose it all
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| Wake up sweet Cherokee I’m coming home
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| I see the haze of the fog in the valleys where we used to roam
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| The nightmares and scars of the memories have gone away
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| And I think I’m coming home to stay
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| On the way back home through Oklahoma I had a thought
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| Wondered if you’d look at me or even talk at all
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| Cause I told you I had to leave and move along
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| It was so wrong for me to go all on my own
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| Wake up sweet Cherokee I’m coming home…
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| I love you Cherokee don’t care what they say |