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Ronnie Milsap - Streets of Gold lyrics
I’m a Western North Carolinian, made of stone and red clay soil Got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to bil Brought myself across the mountains to see what kind of life I’d find Search the world in all directions, trying to ease 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 a restless mind. I’m going back to the Smokey Mountains, and breathe the air that fits my soul, I’ll bury me deep in the leaves of history and their I’ll find my streets of gold (Read first verse and fade out) |
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