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Ohh, hmm |
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They lived in peace, not long ago |
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A mighty Indian tribe |
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But the winds of change |
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Have made them realize that the promises were lies, oh |
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The white man's greed, in search of gold |
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Made the nation bleed |
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They had lost their faith |
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And now they had to learn |
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There was no place to return |
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Nowhere they could turn |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears |
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They were driven hard, across the plains |
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And walked for many moons |
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'Cause the winds of change |
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Had made them realize, that the promises were lies |
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So much to bear and all that pain |
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Left them in despair |
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They had lost their faith |
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And now they had to learn |
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There was no place to return |
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Nowhere they could turn |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears, oh |
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Yeah |
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Ohh |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears, oh |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears |
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Cherokee oh, marchin' on the trail of tears, oh |