J. Patrick SharpeSand Creek Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana

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This story is sad but true. © J. Patrick Sharpe Lyrics and Music by J. Patrick Sharpe

Black Kettle was a chieftain cunning and proud He was assured that peace would be preserved And there ain't hardly no one living then or now That thinks those Cheyenne got what they deserved (Ch) The Eagle descended upon Sand Creek and desecrated the land Touch the creek bed now You get blood on your hands The colonel like a raptor held the men up with his hand He was hungry for a kill With the stars-and-stripes behind him he peered across the land The village lay peaceful and still (Ch) The men who stormed the village looked like riders from hell As dawn broke destinies were sealed Children cried and women ran elderly as well And they cut 'em down like wheat in a field (Ch) Blood spilled into Sand Creek bed death came sharp and loud In the village where tragedies occurred And there ain't hardly no one living then or now That thinks those Cheyenne got what they deserved (Ch) x