Im 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 Id 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 Im 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 Ill find my streets of gold Im 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 Id find Searched the world in all directions to try to cool this restless mind...See Ronnie Milsap LiveGet tickets as low as 66You might also like1
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