83, 53, 23
1831 Cherokee County was formed
There was gold in them foothills
The miners then stormed
I was born in Cherokee County
Where the Cherokee Nation once rose
By the banks of that muddy water
That Etowah still flows
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
I was raised in Cherokee County
Learning from my kinfolks' past
From the Cherokee to the mulberry trees
How Sherman burned it to ash
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
Now I live in Cherokee County
Where a marble courthouse stands
In them old Cotton Mill buildings
Denim made by local hands
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
When my days here have ended
And my time has passed
Bury me beside my father
In that Cherokee land that is blessed
And I'll will soar over 'them' mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
To my newfound home
And I'll will soar over 'them' mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
And we'll soar over those mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
And we'll soar over those mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
To our newfound home
There was gold in them foothills
The miners then stormed
I was born in Cherokee County
Where the Cherokee Nation once rose
By the banks of that muddy water
That Etowah still flows
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
I was raised in Cherokee County
Learning from my kinfolks' past
From the Cherokee to the mulberry trees
How Sherman burned it to ash
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
Now I live in Cherokee County
Where a marble courthouse stands
In them old Cotton Mill buildings
Denim made by local hands
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
When my days here have ended
And my time has passed
Bury me beside my father
In that Cherokee land that is blessed
And I'll will soar over 'them' mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
To my newfound home
And I'll will soar over 'them' mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Across the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
And we'll soar over those mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
This land is my home
And we'll soar over those mountains
With the sacred mounds below
Above the creeks and the hilltops
To our newfound home
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