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| Trail of Tears by � moon_grace They were workin� their fields, cookin� in their homes, Rockin� sleepy eyed babies, singin� spiritual songs Ridin� high on livin� till the soldiers came. Jackson sent his men- Jackson sealed his shame It was bayonets here; it was stockades there Chief Ross led them in a Morning Prayer Before the crackin� whip signaled that wagon train Through the rain and the snow across the icy plains They were old, they were young, and they were in between Wavin� bye to the mountains where they�d always been Smoky Mountain range homes of the deer and bear You could hear hearts breaking in the silent air. Without shoes on some and clothes wearing thin Trapped in nightmares Jackson had snared them in Always wakin� to the death count of the dawn Six hundred and forty-five wagons rolled on There�s a river of Spirits on a Trail of Tears With �the sky for a blanket� On the wind you hear Cherokee hearts stolen from a Smoky Mountain range Tell me now, what were their names? |
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