Song parody of
Cherokee Woman
by AquaTramp
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Yeah!
Read the news in the talking leaves
About some red-skinned woman who was weak at the knees
For a blue-collared man with a six-shootin' pistol
For the time of your life costs gold by the fistful
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
For the fathers of the promised land
That's why she took to the bed of the American man
Who's fate decided by the head witch doctor
He will die in the nest of the raven mocker
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
She's got scars to show on her bull-whipped back
And a ringin' in her ears from the sound of the crack
In dawn, it shone through to marching men
Who along this path might see the end
Andrew Jackson, wait til' his back turns
Then use this axe in a lethal fashion
The dying words of an infant she raised
She told to the many men she raped
The crying trail - that's where she decreed
With her body and an axe, she'd avenged the deceased
How wide can you grin with your scalp in your hand?
Shoulda known better than to fuck with her land
Born an orphan
To a dying breed
Cry an ocean
For sequoia seed
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee woman
Yeah!
Read the news in the talking leaves
About some red-skinned woman who was weak at the knees
For a blue-collared man with a six-shootin' pistol
For the time of your life costs gold by the fistful
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
For the fathers of the promised land
That's why she took to the bed of the American man
Who's fate decided by the head witch doctor
He will die in the nest of the raven mocker
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every feather
For the land that should be theirs
She's got scars to show on her bull-whipped back
And a ringin' in her ears from the sound of the crack
In dawn, it shone through to marching men
Who along this path might see the end
Andrew Jackson, wait til' his back turns
Then use this axe in a lethal fashion
The dying words of an infant she raised
She told to the many men she raped
The crying trail - that's where she decreed
With her body and an axe, she'd avenged the deceased
How wide can you grin with your scalp in your hand?
Shoulda known better than to fuck with her land
Born an orphan
To a dying breed
Cry an ocean
For sequoia seed
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee
Cherokee woman
