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London Boys - Cherokee
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Cherokee, Cherokee nation
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
I'm cryin'
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na (x2)
Ridin' down the battle-route
Pride and the glory in his boots
He's the man who kills for gold
Loves his wife and prays to god.
Singing: Hey! You, soldier blue
Tell me watch gonna do when the fightin's through
Singing: Hey! You, soldier blue
Why do you hit me, hit me!
Hit me, hit me!
Hit on the borderline...
You hit the
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
Hey heyah...
Soldiers ridin' in the sky
All of the colours, you an' I
Only peace will set us free
Kill the beast in you and me.
Every heart you break,
every little kiss you fake
Every move that makes your heart grow cold
Is a rifle in the hand
Of the soldiers who descend,
And they never get enough
Until they you hit ya, hit ya!
Hit ya, hit ya!
Hit on the borderline...
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
I'm cryin'
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na
Hey heyah heyah nan na (x2)
Ridin' down the battle-route
Pride and the glory in his boots
He's the man who kills for gold
Loves his wife and prays to god.
Singing: Hey! You, soldier blue
Tell me watch gonna do when the fightin's through
Singing: Hey! You, soldier blue
Why do you hit me, hit me!
Hit me, hit me!
Hit on the borderline...
You hit the
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
Cherokee, Cherokee nation
Hey heyah...
Soldiers ridin' in the sky
All of the colours, you an' I
Only peace will set us free
Kill the beast in you and me.
Every heart you break,
every little kiss you fake
Every move that makes your heart grow cold
Is a rifle in the hand
Of the soldiers who descend,
And they never get enough
Until they you hit ya, hit ya!
Hit ya, hit ya!
Hit on the borderline...
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