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
