i m one of the few i m proud to be standing i walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing my clothes were just rags no use for this weather but my back was strong my hands tough as leather 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 and 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 no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves 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 no more a wanderer no more a refugee a mountaineer is always free
['bluegrass', 'mandolin', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass']