Yellow Creek

Intro: Bm

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Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed 
the sons and daughters
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Of an Indian nation called the 
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Cherokee
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Then came those pioneer settlers 
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that drove those Indians westward
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Far from their home down on Yellow
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 Creek
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Now it's many years later and I'm 
living in the nature
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Of this Indian paradise called 
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Tennessee
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Where I find those broken arrows 
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that flew like the sparrows
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The sparrows that still fly down 
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on Yellow Creek


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



                    **Key Change - 
Up 2 Semitones**



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


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


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