They stole this land from the Cherokee, And sold it to my family.
Taken now from you and me, Manifest Destiny.
Our plows turned up their pottery, Our hoes unearthed their weaponry,
Though cruelly they were forced to flee, They left behind a legacy.
Now we've worked this soil 200 years, It holds our blood and sweat and tears,
But some developer has a plan, He's gonna do something better with our land,
with our land, Gonna make a lot of money with our land.
He's made it clear that I can't stay. Well, maybe it's fair that I should pay.
So if I lose my farm today, That's just the American way, that's just the American way.
All these lessons left unlearned, Scorch the earth and watch it burn.
But I'd rather give it back to the Indian,
Than turn it all over to The Man, to The Man, than to turn it all over to The Man.
They stole this land from the Cherokee, And sold it to my family.
Taken now from you and me, Manifest Destiny.