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Choctaw Nation, I am in your debtChoctaw Nation, I just want to thank youChoctaw Nation, I got so upset when I learned of your wisdom and your virtueI am sorry for that evil manI feel shamed that he came from my countryI am sorry for that Sheridan, and the other tools used in coloniesYou were halved on the trail of tearsIn the wintertime of the yearHad to leave Nanih WaiyaFor the cold OklahomaWell you lay down upon the roadTired and hungry and freezing coldThousands died on the rough terrain,Food and blankets they never cameYou sent money you could not affordYou were touched by Irish peoples sufferingAnd your brave example of struck a chordNow the Irish are so good at givingChoctaw Nation, I am in your debtChoctaw Nation, I just want to thank youChoctaw Nation, I got so upset when I learned of your wisdom and your virtueChoctaw Nation, Thank you. From Letras Mania