He'd
Surely Be There Still
Somewhere in those
mountains, boys,
We'll find Geronimo,
We'll circle 'round and
pin him down,
He'll have no place to
go,
The army sent five
thousand men
To find his mountain
cover,
They looked in every
cave and cove
But only found each
other.
Where'd that Indian go
boys?
Where'd that Indian go?
He ain't no ghost, just
flesh and blood
We'll find Geronimo!
But they searched every
inch of those
Sierra Madre Hills,
If he hadn't come down
on his own
He'd surely be there
still.
Three thousand troops from
Mexico
Joined in to hunt him
down,
They looked behind each
rock they'd find
And every piece of
ground,
Amigos, we will find him
yet
You know he can't just
vanish
But each Apache they
surprised
Just turned out to be
Spanish.
Where'd that Indian go
boys?
Where'd that Indian go?
He ain't no ghost, just
flesh and blood
We'll find Geronimo!
But they searched every
inch of those
Sierra Madre Hills,
If he hadn't come down
on his own
He'd surely be there
still.
Where'd that Indian go
boys?
Where'd that Indian go?
He ain't no ghost, just
flesh and blood
We'll find Geronimo!
But they searched every
inch of those
Sierra Madre Hills,
If he hadn't come down
on his own
He'd surely be there
still.
Bluegrass /
Western Lyric by Dennis
Goodwin - copyright 2008 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com