Текст песни Charley Pride - Streets Of Gold
Charley Pride - Streets Of Gold слова песни
I`m a western North Carolinean made of stone and red place oilI got Cherokee blood deep within me when I was born it began to boilWell I left my home across the mountains to see what kind of life I`d findWell 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 findThe Indian spirit it softly whispered and cooled the blood ever restless mindI`m going back to the Smokey Mountains and breathe the air that fit my soulNow there we read in the leaves of history and there I`ll find my streets of goldAnd there I`ll find my streets of gold