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Joba, Let the Spirit Horse of the Cherokee Guide You to Victory over the Royal White Man

posted Apr 12, 2009, 10:05 AM by Steven Seagal
Joba Chamberlain, Great Thrower of Balls, let these words inspire you, as they have inspired many warriors before your time. Let them guide you to kill the white man. Throw the ball fast. Throw the ball hard. Let the Royal White Man die. Geronimo looks down from the stars upon you, young Joba. Make Great Geronimo proud by pitching 3 perfect games today so that my fantasy baseball team will reign victorious.....

The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white men came to trade & borrow but then they would not leave
Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
Those of us who lived were sold to slavery

We welcomed them as brothers knowing nothing of their greed
Born hunters not the hunted as the white man hunts for me
We are descendants of the animals we live among the free
Our trail of tears would end one day at wounded knee.

Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me

When we do the ghost dance, the buffalo will return
Paint ourselves for war, now blood and fire burn
Great spirit makes us strong, take us to the sky
The Cherokee are brave, we are not afraid to die

Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me

Red cloud, black hawk, sitting bull, crazy horse, Geronimo
Strong and brave warriors to the grave

There has been much killing there will be much more
The medicine man is dancing hes calling us to war,
Hatchets sing with pride let the white men die

Great spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, spirit horse ride for me





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