Native America
As I went out in the open
I left for awhile
A tired stranger looking to be found
And so I stood there in silence
For someone to hear me
Someone to make the first sound
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
And so my pilgrimage progress
Takes me over the land
Just so that I can keep up with the rush
And from the east to the west
I can feel my heart beating
To touch anything left untouched
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
And so I leave to forget
To rebuild the patriot
Anything that I can find
Am I a visitor always
Always a stranger
Never knowing what I left behind?
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
Out in the open
Wherever I'm looking
On everything that I see
Is an unwritten page
To an unfinished book
In an ongoing history
And as I stopped to see the earth go 'round
And as the sun's going up and down
It changes the face of Native America
And a river, it runs right through
Red, white, black and blue
Straight down the face of Native America
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
I left for awhile
A tired stranger looking to be found
And so I stood there in silence
For someone to hear me
Someone to make the first sound
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
And so my pilgrimage progress
Takes me over the land
Just so that I can keep up with the rush
And from the east to the west
I can feel my heart beating
To touch anything left untouched
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
And so I leave to forget
To rebuild the patriot
Anything that I can find
Am I a visitor always
Always a stranger
Never knowing what I left behind?
Someone to care for, someone to carry me home
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
Out in the open
Wherever I'm looking
On everything that I see
Is an unwritten page
To an unfinished book
In an ongoing history
And as I stopped to see the earth go 'round
And as the sun's going up and down
It changes the face of Native America
And a river, it runs right through
Red, white, black and blue
Straight down the face of Native America
I headed west to touch the ground
But the spirits didn't make a sound
As I stared in the face of Native America
Credits
Writer(s): Clark Terry, Barry Thomas Privett, Carter Gravatt
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