Lyrics Cherokee - Sean Christopher

Cherokee

He was driven by his greed
Swept across our fields and trees
Brought me nothing but the gun
And he sang bye, bye, bye
He sang bye
With his face as grim as stone
Wanted nothing but our homes
Smoked us out and swung his rope
And he sang bye, bye, bye
He sang bye
And the drums went oh
And we were bleeding
Through the years he’d taken lead
We acknowledged our defeat
Shaking hands for better years
He threw up lines, lines, lines
Threw up lines
He would never sit and rest
Forced us all to travel west
Lost control and spread disease
Now will we die, die, die?
Will we die?
And the drums went loud
And we were bleeding
It’s the sound of loss
And the hearts keep beating