I think this may be the first recording of this song by a bluegrass band. I rearranged the order of verses and changed a few words to suit my sensibilities.
Geronimo’s Cadillac (Charles John Quarto, Michael Martin Murphy)
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth
Heaven help me but there’s one thing I know
A prisoner has nowhere to go
Took Old Geronimo by storm
Ripped off the feathers from his uniform
Took the Indian’s land and they won’t give it back
Sent Geronimo a Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong with your automobile?
Governor, Governor, don’t you find it strange
They didn't have no cars on the Indian range?
Warden, Warden, don't you know
That a prisoner has no place to go?
Warden, Warden, listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free