Goodbye Cherokee Trail
(to the tune of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John and Bernie Taupin)
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I wanted to stay with my peeps
And not go join you creeps
When are you going to land?
I wanted to stay with my peeps
And not go join you creeps
I knew you couldn’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for you snobs to open
This guy’s too old to be singing, the blues
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for you snobs to open
This guy’s too old to be singing, the blues
So goodbye Cherokee trail
Where the dogs of your greed all howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Where the dogs of your greed all howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Back with my family and friends I can’t fail
Two states will have my mail
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the Cherokee trail
Two states will have my mail
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the Cherokee trail
What do you think you’ll do then?
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of nights with the girl in Stilwell
To set you on your feet again
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of nights with the girl in Stilwell
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you’ll find a replacement
You think there’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Begging for your tidbits off the ground
You think there’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Begging for your tidbits off the ground
So goodbye Cherokee trail
Where the dogs of your greed all howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Where the dogs of your greed all howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough
Back with my family and friends I can’t fail
Two states will have my mail
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the Cherokee trail
Two states will have my mail
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the Cherokee trail
