Lyrics Michael Martin Murphey

Michael Martin Murphey

Geronimo's Cadillac

They put Geronimo in jail down south

Where he couldnt look a gift horse in the mouth

Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel

There's something wrong with your automobile?

Governor, Governor, now aint it strange

They didn't have no cars on the Indian range?

Warden, Warden, listen to me

Be brave and set Geronimo free

Whoa, boys, take me back

I wanna ride in Geronimos Cadillac

Warden, Warden, don't you know

That prisoners have no place to go?

Took Old Geronimo by storm

Ripped off the feathers from his uniform

Jesus tells me, I believe it's true

The red man is in the sunset too

Took all their land and they wont give it back

Sent Geronimo a Cadillac