Geronimo's Cadillac - Michael Martin Murphey

Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south

Where he couldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth

Sergeant, sergeant, don’t you feel

There’s something wrong with that automobile

Governor, governor, isn’t it strange

They didn’t have no cars on the Indian range

Warden, warden, please listen to me

Be brave and set Geronimo free

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride

Warden, warden, don’t you know

Prisoners have no place to go

They 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 his land, now, they won’t give it back

And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Whoa boys, take me back

I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride