Bb
I'm one of the few, proud to be standing
  F
I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing
   Bb
My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather
    F
But my back was strong, my hands tough as leather
  C                             F                        C
I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand
  C                          F                            C
I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands

[Chorus]
Bb                                F
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
  C                     F
A mountaineer is always free

[Verse 2]
       Bb
Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies
  F
I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings
  Bb
I taught all my children the songs of my youth
   F
To dance to the fiddle and practice the truth
   C                    F                             C
I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see
    C                       F                               C
The whole world before them just so they would know what it means

[Chorus]
Bb                                F
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
  C                     F
A mountaineer is always free

[Verse Stub]
   C                         F                         C
No kings and no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves
           C                   F                       C
There's no one but God here to fear or to look down on me

[Chorus]
Bb                                 F
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
  C                     F
A mountaineer is always free