Deadman Sad Ole' Geronimo
Sad old Geronimo
Riding slowly along
Alone on a road he's ridden before
Singing a warrior's song
Bending in his saddle, defeat on his breath
His people again have been wronged
Blood and tears stain the paint on his face
Like a mountain he keeps his calm
Sad old Geronimo
Beaten but still he rides proud
Moving on down this trail of tears
Facing the gathering cloud
Pages forgotten, too violent to write
Some are forgotten in shame
Down through the white man's recorded time
You'll always remember one name
