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C F C G7 C I'm a western North Carolinian made of stone and red clay soil F C G7 C Got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boil G7 C G7 I left my home across the mountains to see what kind of life I'd find C F C G7 C Searched the world in all directions to try to cool this restless mind F C G7 C Found myself on a lonesome journey the streets of gold I tried to find The Indian spirit softly whispered F C G7 C And cooled the blood of the restless mind G7 C I'm going back to the Smokey Mountains G7 And breathe the air that fed my soul C I?ll bury me deep in the leaves of history F C G7 C And there I'll find my streets of gold F C G7 C I'm a western North Carolinian made of stone and red clay soil F C G7 C Got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boil
Written by Jim Lunsford
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