paroles de chanson Streets of Gold - Ronnie Milsap
I'm
a
western
North
Carolinean
made
of
stone
and
red
clay
soil
Got
Cherokee
blood
deep
within
me
when
I
was
born
it
began
to
boil
I
left
my
home
across
the
mountains
to
see
what
kind
of
life
I'd
find
Searched
the
world
in
all
directions
to
try
to
cool
this
restless
mind
Found
myself
on
a
lonesome
journey
the
streets
of
gold
I
tried
to
find
The
Indian
spirit
softly
whispered
and
cooled
the
blood
of
the
restless
mind
I'm
going
back
to
the
Smokey
Mountains
and
breathe
the
air
that
fit
my
soul
Now
there
we
read
in
the
leaves
of
history
and
there
I'll
find
my
streets
of
gold
I'm
a
western
North
Carolinean...
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