John Anderson - Yellow Creek
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Yellow Creek
By John Anderson
7/2/2011

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Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters
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Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
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Then came those pioneer settlers that drove those Indians westward
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Far from their home down on Yellow Creek
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Now it's many years later and I'm living in the nature
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Of this Indian paradise called Tennessee
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Where I find those broken arrows that flew like the sparrows
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The sparrows that still fly down on Yellow Creek

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Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters
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Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
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Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears
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Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek

Key Change to E

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Sometimes my wife and babies think I'm going crazy
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When I talk about the things I see and hear when they're asleep
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Like those Indian children playing, singing and a-saying
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This is their home down on Yellow Creek

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Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters
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Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
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Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears
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Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek

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Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters
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Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
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Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears
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Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek.