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 (ASCAP)