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Cherokee Blood
Cherokee
blood flowed like water in a red colored stream
As I watched my brother dying at my feet
I could hear the soldier's rifle when he gunned the young brave down
And I knew a life was ended at the sound
The soldier said,
Injuns deserve to die, they have no fear of God
I saw those savage eyes, just before I shot
There ought to be a price paid for every drop
of Cherokee Blood
I was
proud of my people - We'd made peace with the whites
Now I vowed not to die there without a fight
Not afraid to die, I had no fear of God
I saw the soldier's eyes just before he shot
There ought to be a price paid for every drop
of Cherokee Blood
I live
on as a spirit in the heart of every brave
I live through my children's children - in their veins
Written by Jeff Stewart
Copyright 1996 Blue Clover Music
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