The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
 The white men came to trade & borrow but then they would not leave
 Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
 Those of us who lived were sold to slavery

 We [bad word] them as brothers knowing nothing of their greed
 Born hunters not the hunted as the white man hunts for me
 We are descendants of the animals we live among the free
 Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee.

 Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
 To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me

 When we do the Ghost Dance, the buffalo will return
 Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
 Great Spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky
 The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die

 Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
 To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me

 Red Cloud, Black Hawk, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Geronimo
 Strong and brave warriors to the grave

 There has been much killing there will be much more
 The Medicine Man is dancing he's calling us to war,
 Hatchets sing with pride let the white men die

 Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
 To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me