I'm a western North Carolinean made of stone and red place oil
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I got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boil
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Well I left my home across the mountains to see what kind of life I'd find
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Well I 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
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The Indian spirit it softly whispered and cooled the blood ever restless mind
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I'm going back to the Smokey Mountains and breathe the air that fit my soul
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Now there we read in the leaves of history and there I'll find my streets of gold
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And there I'll find my streets of gold
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Streets Of Gold
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| Charley Pride |
