Lonesome the woodsman walked
And by his own mine was he mocked
It'd been weeks but felt like years
Since his mother's tongue did he hear
It's the kind of thing that cracks the brain
Makes the woodsman go insane
Any language here would be
The tongue of Euchee or of Cherokee
But Alexander Long a fugitive was made
When the Euchee he'd betrayed
The scar upon his bald head told
Of an Euchee warrior brave and bold
Who struck the vicious blow
And showed the hatred that would grow
Until Long did his crime commit
And violate the peaceful writ
And now an outlaw Long'd been made
And in Appalachia would stay he
In the home of the Cherokee.