Cherokee - Sean Christopher

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