Bb I'm one of the few, proud to be standingF I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landingBb My clothes were just rags, no use in this weatherF But my back was strong, my hands tough as leatherC F C I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I standC 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 refugeeC F A mountaineer is always freeContinúa después del anuncio[Verse 2]Bb Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babiesF I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddingsBb I taught all my children the songs of my youthF To dance to the fiddle and practice the truthC F C I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could seeC 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 refugeeC F A mountaineer is always free [Verse Stub]C F C No kings and no landlords to treat us like beggars and thievesC 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 refugeeC F A mountaineer is always free
A Mountaineer Is Always Free
Tim O'Brien
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