Текст (слова) песни: Charley Pride - Streets Of Gold
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 [ dobro ] 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
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