* Smokey Mountain Memories, 'bout my home in Tennessee
* Yesterday keeps calling me, calling me ho-oo-oo?oo-ome
Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known
Misty eyes, they cling to me, like Smokey Mountain Mem-o- -ries
An old gray man with a dog a- -sleep at his feet
Plays a worn out fiddle, full of mel-o-dies
He smiles with his eyes, but the lines on his face
Told me as much as the tunes he played
Smokey Mountain Mem-o-ries, pretty girl's in Tennessee
I was such a fool to leave, leave her all alo-oo-oo-oo-one
Think about her in my dreams, wonder if she thinks of me
I always hold her close to me, in my Smokey Mountain Mem-o- -ries
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So mister, play your fiddle please, play some mountain mem-o-ries
I've been down a lonely road, so far from ho-oo-oo?oo-ome
Nothing left to hold onto, I made some plans but they fell thru
Now there's nothing left for me but my Smokey Mountain Mem-o- -ries
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