Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth Sergeant, sergeant, don't you feel There's something wrong with that automobile Governor, governor, isn't it strange They didn't have no cars on the Indian range Warden, warden, please listen to me Be brave and set Geronimo free
Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Let me ride, let me ride
Warden, warden, don't you know Prisoners have no place to go They took old Geronimo by storm Ripped off the feathers from his uniform
Jesus tells me, I believe it's true The red man is in the sunset, too Took all his land, now, they won't give it back And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Let me ride, let me ride
Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Let me ride, let me rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
