Smokey Mountain memories

About my home in Tennesse

Yesterday keeps calling me,

Calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul

Higher than the dreams I've known

Misty eyed, they cling to me, my Smokey Mountain memories



An old gray man with a dog asleep at his feet

Played a worn out fiddle full of melodies,

He smiled with his eyes but the lines on his face

Told me as much as the tunes he played

Talking about 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,

Wonder if she thinks of me

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



So mister play your fiddle please, play some mountain melodies,

I been down a lonely road to far away from home

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

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



Smokey Mountain memories

About my home in Tennesse

Yesterday keeps calling me,

Calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul

Higher than the dreams I've known

Misty eyed, they cling to me, my Smokey Mountain memories