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• Artiste: Tim O'Brien
• Titre: 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 coffin ships landing My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather But my back was strong, my hands tough as leathe I climbed up these hills till 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 A mountaineer is always free Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies I sang at the wakes, 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 up on 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 A mountaineer is always free No kings and no 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 A mountaineer is always free