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...
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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...
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