Yellow Creek

(Album: Countrified - 1986)

Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters
Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee
Then came those pioneer settlers that drove the Indians westward
Far from their home down on Yellow Creek

Now it's many years later, I'm living in the nature
Of this Indian paradise called Tennessee
Where I find those broken arrows that flew like the sparrows
The sparrows that still fly down on Yellow Creek

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

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

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

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