Smokey Mountain memories bout my home in Tennessee

Yesterday keeps calling me calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul higher than the dreams I've known

Misty eyes they cling to me my Smokey Mountain memories



An old grey man with a dog asleep at his feet

Plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies

He smiles with his eyes but the lines on his face

Told me as much as the tunes he played



Talking bout my Smokey Mountain memories pretty girl from Tennessee

I was such a fool to leave leave her all alone

Think about her in my dreams I wonder if she thinks of me

I always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories

[ harmonica ]

So mister play your fiddle please play some moutain memories

I've been down a lonely road so far from home

Nothing left to hold on to I made some plans but they fell through

Now there's nothing left for me but my Smokey Mountain memories

Smokey Mountain memories bout my home...