Cherokee Rose

	  		


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Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose  
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It's got me wonderin' why those mighty winds of change must blow  
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Once this land was free from fences and shotguns  
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Back when the people killed here for food instead of fun  


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When the Earth was sanctified  
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Cherished in the red-man's eyes  
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Before the Cherokee rose  
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The Cherokee rose  
                 
The Cherokee rose 
 



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My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay  
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Bought with their blood, this land here never was ours to take away  
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Disheartened souls unjustly driven from their homes  
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Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their bones  


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After all these years  
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I can see the trail of tears  
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Damn this Cherokee rose  
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Oh the Cherokee rose  

The Cherokee rose  
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Oh they call us the land of the free  
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And the home of the brave  
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But I don't hear much  
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About the injustice that we've done along the way  
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We try to black it out  

Never think about  
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The price they had to pay  
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We never cry for what was lost  
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Shed a tear for the heavy cost  
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Of what we call "freedom"  


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All the gold in the world couldn't pay the debt we owe  
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We'll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them know  
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That we won't forget and sure as hell won't justify  
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And we'll do our best to keep their memories alive  


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Oh the least that we could do  
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Is dedicate one lonesome bloom  
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Won't ya take this Cherokee rose  
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Oh the Cherokee rose  
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The Cherokee rose  
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The Cherokee Rose 
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The Cherokee Rose