We never settled, went from town to town
When your not welcome, you don't hang around
The other children always laughed at me
Give her a feather , she's a Cherokee
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry, but baby
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words
That hurt you and you'd stay