Smokey Mountain memories

Dot my home in Tennessee

Yesterday keeps calling me

Calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul

Higher than the dreams I’ve known

Misty eyed they kling to me in my

Smokey mountain memories

An old gray man with a dog asleep at his feet

Plays a worn out fiddle full of melody

He smiles with his eyes but the lines on his face

Told me as much as the tunes that he played

Talkin’ ‘bout my

Smokey Mountain Memories

Pretty girls in Tennessee

I was such a fool to leave

Leave her all alone

Think about her in my dreams

Wonder if she thinks of me

Always holdin’ close to me in my

Smokey Mountain memories

So mister play your fiddle please

Play some mountain memories

I’ve been down a lonely road

So far from home

I made some plans but they fell through

Now there’s nothing left for me but my

Smokey Mountain memories

Smokey Mountain memories

Dot my home in Tennessee

Yesterday keeps calling me

Calling me home

Higher than the dreams I’ve known

Misty eyed they kling to me my

Smokey mountain memories