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 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