Em D G C Em D Em C G D Em Em B They lived in peace not long ago Em B a mighty Indian tribe C C Em D G but the winds of change have made them realize Am D that the promises were lies Em B The white manʼs greed in search of gold Em B made the nation bleed C C Em D G They had lost their faith and now they had to learn Am Bm C D there was no place to return nowhere they could turn Em D G C Em D Em C G D Cherokee marching on the trail of tears Em D G C Em D Em C G D Em Cherokee marching on the trail of tears They were driven hard across the plains And walked for many moons ʼCause the winds of change Had made them realize that the promises were lies So much to bear, all that pain Left them in despair.
