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• Artiste: Pierce Pettis
• Titre: A Mountaineer is Always Free
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I'm one of the few Proud to be standing I walked up the pier From the tall ships a-landing My clothes were just rags No good in this weather But my back it was strong My hands, tough as leather I climbed up these hills Til I came to the spot where I stand I cleared these fields And I pulled up the stumps with my hands No more a wanderer No more a refugee For a mountaineer is always free I took a Cherokee bride She gave me five babies I sang at the wakes And I cried at the weddings I taught all my children The songs of my youth To dance to the fiddle And practice the truth I carried them upon my shoulders To where they could see The whole world before them Just so they would know what it means No more a wanderer No more a refugee For a mountaineer is always free No kings or landlords To treat us like beggars and thieves There's no one but God here to fear Or to look down on me No more a wanderer No more a refugee For a mountaineer is always free