Tim O'Brien - A mountaineer is always free

I'm ^Bbone of the few, proud to be standing I ^Fwalked up the pier from the coffin ships landing My ^Bbclothes were just rags, no use in this weather But ^Fmy back was strong, my hands tough as leather I ^Cclimbed up these hills till I ^Fcame to the spot where I ^Cstand I ^Ccleared these fields and I ^Fpulled up the stumps with my ^Chands

^BbNo more a wanderer, no more a refu^Fgee A ^Cmountaineer is always ^Ffree

Took a ^BbCherokee bride, she gave me five babies I ^Fsang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings I ^Bbtaught all my children the songs of my youth To ^Fdance to the fiddle and practice the truth I c^Carried them up on my ^Fshoulders to where they could ^Csee The ^Cwhole world before them ^Fjust so they would know what it ^Cmeans

^BbNo more a wanderer, no more a refu^Fgee A ^Cmountaineer is always ^Ffree

No ^Ckings and no landlords to ^Ftreat us like beggars and ^Cthieves There's no ^Cone but God here to ^Ffear or to look down on ^Cme

^BbNo more a wanderer, no more a refug^Fee A ^Cmountaineer is always ^Ffree