ON THE TRAIL OF TEARS
MUSIC AND LYRICS: RONALD L. BERTRAND
COPYRIGHT: 2011 ... ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
We made em go... We made em leave
Out in the cold... Many would freeze
Cause they didn't have no clothes
Had nothing to eat... On the trail of tears
Took their tribal lands... All part of Jackson's plan
Burned down all their homes... As the white man searched for gold
And on a cold October day... Forced them on there way
On the trail of tears
And you can still... Smell the Hollyhocks... On the trail
of tears
And you can still... Smell the Hollyhocks... On the trail
of tears
Yes, we made em go... Oh we made em leave
Chickasaw and Seminole... Chawtaw, Creek and Cherokee
And oh how they cried... As they watched the children die
On the trail of tears
Four thousand silent graves... Now mark the trail of tears
A thousand miles of pain... Starvation and dispair
And I still can not believe... That we made em go
On the trail of tears
And now they still... Don't wanna take... The twenty dollar
bill
And now they still... Don't wanna take... The twenty dollar
bill
And now they still... Don't wanna take... The twenty dollar
bill
