Cherokee Bill

The crowd was silent;
One hundred people strong
Finally the day had come
They’d waited for so long

He looked at the crowd, then to the sky
He said: “this might be a good day to die”

Rebel and killer;
He never turned the other cheek
He said: “I’ve come here for the show,
I have not come to speak”

He turned to his mother, waiting by
And said: “this will be a good day to die”

The crowd was silent
Until the trapdoor fell
Then they all applauded
As they sent him down to hell

But in the wind bills voice would cry:
“I chose a good day to die”

©: depresleys, 1998, 2007