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The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white men came to trade & borrow,
But then they would not leave
Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
Those of us who lived were sold to slavery.

We welcomed them as brothers, knowing
nothing of
Ther greed, born hunters not the hunted
As the white man hunts for me,
We are descendants of the animals
We live among the free
Our trail of rears would end one bay at
Wounded Knee

Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the poine sky, Spirit Horse ride
for me

When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo
will return
Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
Great Spirit makes us stronk, take us to the sky
The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die

Great Spirit, Thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Hores ride
for me

Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull
Crazy Horse, Geronimo
Strong and brave warriors to the grave
There has been much killing, there will be
much more
The medicine man is dancing, he´s calling us to war,
Hatchets sing with pride, let the white men die

Great Spirit, Thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Hores ride
for me

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