D 
    I grew up on the side of Clinch Mountain, 
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    with the beauties and the music of the woods, 
                      G                                         D 
    the sweet song of the bright bubbling fountain, 
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    and the warble of the birds I understood. 

                   D 
When I've sung my last song in the evening, 
               G                                  D 
and the sun sets in the golden west, 
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all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, 
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in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. 

              D 
    Long ago said the oak and the cedar, 
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    singing deeply in a whisper of the past, 
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    stood not then this great towering leader, 
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    nor the fountain where the crystal gems are cast. 

                   D 
When I've sung my last song in the evening, 
               G                                  D 
and the sun sets in the golden west, 
              G                                     D 
all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, 
              A                         A7                 D 
in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. 

                 D 
    Then I asked how this green lofty mountain 
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    in the caldron the lonely desert stood, 
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    said this song of the bright sunny fountain, 
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    we were given by the waters of the flood. 

                   D 
When I've sung my last song in the evening, 
               G                                  D 
and the sun sets in the golden west, 
              G                                     D 
all the scenes of this world I'll be leaving, 
              A                         A7                 D 
in the shadow of Clinch Mountain I will rest. 

                    D 
    Out that gate I have passed since my childhood, 
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    o'er the railway through the tunnel to the west, 
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    singing songs of the Clinch Mountain wildwood, 
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    songs that people found and birds love the best.