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Liars and murderers, pale faced intruders |
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Came one day to our shores |
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Years of deceit and injustice and greed |
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Led to the crimes and the wars |
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Hopelessly wronged, dragged from our homes |
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Placed into stockades |
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Loaded on wagons as cattle or sheep |
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Silently filled with this rage |
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And all through the nights, we sang and we cried |
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holding on dearly |
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What gives you the right to do this |
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Who are the savages now! |
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It's a trail of tears, keep home fires burning |
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We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die |
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Suffering and dying, enduring the cold |
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Oppression without regret |
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Wantonly stealing our land and our gold |
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The Cherokee will not forget |
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And all through the nights, we sang and we cried |
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holding on dearly |
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Four thousand graves along the way |
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Who are the savages now! |
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It's a trail of tears, keep home fires burning |
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We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die |
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It's a trail of tears, for our homes we are yearning |
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We're on a trail of tears, to were dreams go to die |
