Geronimo
They called me white cheese,
I was there,
to put a flower in my hair.
No experience can compare,
for five long years.
On Thanksgiving,
I stood there...
And high up on a tree,
hung a reindeer.
Just across the street,
was a wiki-up in my sight.
But what did I know...
about Apache ways?
The medicine man, he was there,
to pour water on my head.
Lucky I wasn't dead,
trompin' on their sacred land!
I was invited, in my time,
to a dance and to unwind...
No white man would go there,
where they would share.
But they knew all in good time,
about that fire,
way down, deep...
as a treasure, I would keep,
down in my belly!
Boundaries, I would know,
with a fire, lit all a-glow.
And what about the fight?
Geronimo will tell you!
San Carlos was my home,
and I would never be alone.
And never would I be the same...
again.
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