Key: C
Introduction:
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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