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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