Cherokee Lyrics - American Rhapsody - Annie Moses Band

My great grandma's grandma was a full blood Cherokee. 

She didn't like the white man 

Except the one she married 

She sat there in a rocker with a pistol in her apron 

And a pipe between her tight lips 

Blowing smoke rings at the weaklings 

My great grandma's grandma was a full blood Cherokee. 

Fiercely independent 

She broke the social boundaries 

Living on the Whiteland without a reservation 

And her sons were the companions 

To the building of the nation 

My great grandma's grandma was a full blood Cherokee. 

Living as a legend 

In the land of bitter memory 

She settled down the railings, the locomotives blowing 

But the steam burned up her pipe dreams 

And the engines they blew, they blew on by...