Written by Corey Smith
Dm C Dm Pinestraw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose G Dm It's got me wonderin' why those mighty winds of change must blow C Dm Once this land was free from fences and shotguns G Back when the people killed here for food instead of fun F When the Earth was sanctified G Cherished in the red-man's eyes D Cadd9 Before the Cherokee rose Dm G The Cherokee rose The Cherokee rosehide this tabIntro: e|--------1p0-----------------0h1-------------------0-------1p0---------------------------| B|--------------3---------3-----------------------------1---------1h3---3p1---------------| G|------------------0h2-------------0-------0---------------------------------2-----------| D|----0---------------------------------0-----------------------------------------0h2-----| A|----------------------------------------------3-----------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e|-------1p0-----------------0h1------------------------3------| B|-------------3---------3-------------------------3----3------| G|-----------------0h2-------------0-------0------------0------| D|---0---------------------------------0----------------0------| A|------------------------------------------------------x------| E|---------------------------------------------3--------3------|Dm C Dm My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay G Dm Bought with their blood, this land here never was ours to take away C Dm Disheartened souls unjustly driven from their homes G Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their bones F After all these years G I can see the trail of tears D Cadd9 Damn this Cherokee rose Dm G Oh the Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose Dm C G Dm Oh they call us the land of the free C And the home of the brave G But I don't hear much Dm About the injustice that we've done along the way Cm We try to black it out Never think about C The price they had to pay G We never cry for what was lost F G Shed a tear for the heavy cost Dm C G Of what we call "freedom" Dm C Dm All the gold in the world couldn't pay the debt we owe G We'll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them know Dm C That we won't forget and sure as hell won't justify Dm G And we'll do our best to keep their memories alive F Oh the least that we could do G Is dedicate one lonesome bloom Dm C Won't ya take this Cherokee rose Dm G Oh the Cherokee rose Dm C The Cherokee rose Dm G The Cherokee Rose Dm The Cherokee Rosehide this tabe|--------1p0-----------------0h1-------------------0-------1p0---------------------------| B|--------------3---------3-----------------------------1---------1h3---3p1---------------| G|------------------0h2-------------0-------0---------------------------------2-----------| D|----0---------------------------------0-----------------------------------------0h2-----| A|----------------------------------------------3-----------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e|-------1p0-----------------0h1------------------------3------| B|-------------3---------3-------------------------3----3------| G|-----------------0h2-------------0-------0------------0------| D|---0---------------------------------0----------------0------| A|------------------------------------------------------x------| E|---------------------------------------------3--------3------|
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