| The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
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| The white men came to trade & borrow,
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| But then they would not leave
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| Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
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| Those of us who lived were sold to slavery.
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| We welcomed them as brothers, knowing nothing of Their greed, born hunters not the hunted
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| As the white man hunts for me,
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| We are descendants of the animals
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| We live among the free
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| Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee.
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| Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
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| To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return
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| Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
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| Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky
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| The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die
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| Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
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| To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull
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| Crazy Horse, Geronimo
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| Strong and brave warriors to the grave
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| There has been much killing, there will be much more
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| The Medicine Man is dancing, he’s calling us to war,
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| Hatchets sing with pride, let the white men die
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| Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
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| To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me |