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I'm a western North Carolinian made of stone and red clay soil

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Got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boil

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I left my home across the mountains to see what kind of life I'd find

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Searched the world in all directions to try to cool this restless mind


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Found myself on a lonesome journey the streets of gold I tried to find
                                    
The Indian spirit softly whispered 

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And cooled the blood of the restless mind

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I'm going back to the Smokey Mountains 

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And breathe the air that fed my soul

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I’ll bury me deep in the leaves of history 

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And there I'll find my streets of gold


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I'm a western North Carolinian made of stone and red clay soil

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Got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boil