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Geronimo's CadillacWell, they put Geronimo in jail down southWhere he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth Sergeant, sergeant, don't you feel There's something wrong with that automobile Governor, governor, isn't it strange They didn't have no cars on the Indian range Warden, warden, please listen to me Be brave and set Geronimo free Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Warden, warden, don't you know Prisoners have no place to go They took old Geronimo by storm Ripped off the feathers from his uniform Jesus tells me I believe its true The red man is in the sunset too Took all his land, now they won't give it back And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac Whoa boys, take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac ... |