John Anderson - Yellow creek

Oh those ^DYellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters Of an ^GIndian nation called the ^BmCherokee Then came those ^Dpioneer settlers that ^Bmdrove those Indians westward ^DFar from their home ^Gdown on Yellow ^BmCreek Now it's ^Dmany years later and I'm living in the nature Of this ^GIndian paradise called Tennes^Bmsee Where I ^Dfind those broken arrows that ^Bmflew like the sparrows The ^Dsparrows that still fly ^Gdown on Yellow ^BmCreek

Oh those ^GYellow Creek waters ^Dbathed the sons and daughters Of an ^GIndian nation called the Chero^Bmkee Through the ^Gblood-stained years they ^Dwalk the Trail of ^BmTears ^DCrying for their home ^Gdown on Yellow ^BmCreek

Some^Etimes my wife and babies think I'm going crazy When I ^Atalk about the things I see and hear when they're a^C#msleep Like those ^EIndian children playing, ^C#msinging and a-saying ^EThis is their home ^Adown on Yellow ^C#mCreek

Oh those ^AYellow Creek waters ^Ebathed the sons and daughters Of an ^AIndian nation called the Chero^C#mkee Through the ^Ablood-stained years they ^Ewalk the Trail of ^C#mTears ^ECrying for their home ^Adown on Yellow ^C#mCreek

Oh those ^AYellow Creek waters ^Ebathed the sons and daughters Of an ^AIndian nation called the Chero^C#mkee Through the ^Ablood-stained years they ^Ewalk the Trail of ^C#mTears ^ECrying for their home ^Adown on Yellow ^C#mCreek