Street of Gold

(James Lunsford)



I'm a western North Carolinean

Made of stone and red place oil

I got Cherokee blood deep within me

When I was born it began to boil.



Well, I left my home across the mountains

To see what kind of life I'd find

Well, I 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 it softly whispered

And cooled the blood ever 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.



And there I'll find my streets of gold...