Annie Moses Band - Cherokee lyrics

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...