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Words & Music: Rattlesnake Annie
Trail Of Tears
Like our brothers before us, we’ll walk the Trail of Tears
The kings they desire all the power and light
No matter who dies for the seeking
They don’t care who dies for the seeking.
Four thousand Cherokees died on the trail
Declared unworthy to stay on the land, where they were born
Learned to grow corn, and raised up their babies
It was in the winter time, heading for that Oklahoma line
The old men and children lay crying
Reached out with trembling hands, embraced the ground that bore them
And cursed no rhyme or reason for dying, oh a man needs a reason for dying
Now four million farmers toil in their fields
Planting seeds of poison and killing the land where they were born,
Learned to grow corn, and raised up their babies
In the year of ’99 the sun will long refuse to shine
The old men and children will lay crying
Reach out with trembling hands, embrace the ground that bore them
And curse no rhyme or reason for dying, oh a man needs a reason for dying
Publisher: ©
1977 Ann McGowan Music Inc. BMI (International Copyright Secured)
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