Ronnie Milsap - Streets of gold

^CI'm a western North Carolinian ^Fmade of ^Cstone ^G7and red clay ^Csoil Got Cherokee blood deep within me ^Fwhen I was ^Cborn ^G7it began to ^Cboil

I left my ^G7home across the ^Cmountains to see what kind of life I'd ^G7find Searched the ^Cworld in all directions ^Fto try to ^Ccool ^G7this restless ^Cmind

Found myself on a lonesome journey ^Fthe streets of ^Cgold ^G7I tried to ^Cfind The Indian spirit softly whispered

^FAnd cooled the ^Cblood of ^G7the restless ^Cmind I'm going ^G7back to the Smokey ^CMountains

And breathe the air that fed my ^G7soul I’ll bury me ^Cdeep in the leaves of history

And ^Fthere I'll ^Cfind my ^G7streets of ^Cgold

I'm a western North Carolinian ^Fmade of ^Cstone ^G7and red clay ^Csoil Got Cherokee blood deep within me ^Fwhen I was ^Cborn ^G7it began to ^Cboil