Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee Then came those pioneer settlers that drove the Indians westward Far from their home down on Yellow Creek
Now it`s many years later, I`m living in the nature Of this Indian paradise called Tennessee Where I find those broken arrows that flew like the sparrows The sparrows that still fly down on Yellow Creek
Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek
Sometimes my wife and babies think I`m going crazy When I talk about the things I see and hear when they`re asleep Like those Indian children playing, singing and a-saying This is their home down on Yellow Creek
Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek
Oh those Yellow Creek waters bathed the sons and daughters Of an Indian nation called the Cherokee Through the blood-stained years they walk the Trail of Tears Crying for their home down on Yellow Creek