Red paint with black streaks
Shaved heads and bare feet
Coming in while you sleep
Screaming like coyotes
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
Torch light across the creek
Smoke is thick can barely see
Fields on fire, you can feel the heat
The children all start to weep
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
Grab a musket for every man
Hold the fort if you can
You’re gonna have to fight, you’re gonna have to make a stand
If this will be your land
Martin says you need to leave
But the corn is still green
And I sure hate to retreat
Burned, bruised and bloody
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
The Cherokee
Words and music by Jason Davis & Joseph Wilson
© Between the Trees Music (ASCAP)
Joseph Wilson — Lead Vocal, Guitar
Bryan Turner — Bass, Dobro, Harmony Vocal
