Geronimo's Cadillac - Bill Miller

Well they put Geronimo in jail down south

Where he couldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth

Sargent, sargent, don’t you fear

There’s something wrong with that automobile

Governer, governer, isn’t it strange

I ain’t never seen on car on this indian range

Warden, warder, please listen to me

Be brave and set geronimo free

I said boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s cadillac

I said boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride

White man, white man, don’t you know

Those indians they had no place to go

They took old Geronimo by storm

Riped ooff the feathers from his uniform

Jesus tells me I beleive its true

He said the red man is in the sun set too

They stole he land, now they won’t give it back

And they sent Geronimo a cadillac

I said boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s cadillac

I said boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride