Paroles de 'Cherokee Highway' par Western Flyer

(Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world)

Mississippi in ´61 they watched his daddy die
Guided by the light of a burning cross that lit the delta sky
Kevin and Willie, ten years old, they were best of friends
The only way you could tell them apart was the color of their skin

Come on Willie, Kevin screamed lets got out of here
Willie´s numb, can´t even run, frozen there with fear
So Kevin takes off through the woods yelling I´ll be back for you
Running fast, out of breath, can´t stop and rest his daddy would know
what to do

Rushing through the door he sees the eyes of a man
His daddy´s washing the blood out of a sheet but it won´t come off his
hands

And the blood still runs down Cherokee Highway
A senseless river filled with all they shared
Just two dark sides to Cherokee Highway
But black or white the blood still runs red

Now the fire has set the fuse in a town that just won´t learn
The word is out, make the white man pay gonna watch his farmhouse burn
Midnight the flames begin Kevin´s daddy´s the first to rise
So he grabs his gun and he grabs his wife but Kevin´s still inside

But from the shadows comes a boy with darker skin
Though they killed his daddy gonna save his friend
He runs through the door as the house falls in

And the blood still runs down Cherokee Highway
A senseless river filled with all they shared
Just two dark sides to Cherokee Highway
But black or white the blood still runs red

Standing in the ashes he sees what hate really is
Two little bodies, both burned black, can´t tell which child is his

And the blood still runs down Cherokee Highway
A senseless river filled with all they shared
Just two dark sides to Cherokee Highway
But black or white the blood still runs red

Down Cherokee Highway
It still runs red
Down Cherokee Highway
Ooo