George Leroy Chickashea Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

The mixture of the blood that flowed through his veins 

It killed his conscience and filled him with shame 

He was part white part black part red 

That's how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea 

He had no respect or feeling for anyone including himself 

He resented every man in his soul there was no salvation 

And he hated the sight of cotton fields and his thoughts of planned nations 

The bitterness set his soul afire when he'd think of Indians and reservations 

He had the coldest grey eyes I've ever saw on a man 

He could look clear through you and back again 

And they'd look like the pieces of stone when he'd stare 

There was a mixture in the texture of his hair 

That hung low around his chinbones never high above his chin 

I saw him kill a man with his own bare hands never showin' no mercy on him 

He carried a pistol and a switchblade and a tomahawk with him night and day 

The meanest man that ever lived George Lorey Chickashea 

Yeah he had the quickness of lightning and could run like an antilope 

He feared no man no gun or rope 

I saw him watch a rattlesnake bite him on the leg he never batted an eye 

Then he said get a taste of that blood crawl out there and die 

They locked him in the security cell in Baton Rouge he stayed in one day 

Iron bars couldn't hold George Lorey Chickashea 

At last he gave himself up and said he was tired of runnin' away 

So they spread the news that day they'd hang George Lorey Chickashea 

He walked up the thirteen steps to the trapdoor 

And stood on it with no expression in his eyes 

And when the minister asked him if he wanted to pray 

He looked toward the skies and said 

God inside my veins flows blood of red all mixed with black and white 

I have no race or creed I pray to die George Lorey Chickashea