Streets Of Gold — текст песни (Charley Pride)

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