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Smokey memories
'bout my home in
keeps calling me,
Calling me
Mountains rising in my
Higher than the dreams I've
Misty eyed, they cling to me, my Mountain memories

An old man with a dog asleep at his feet
Played a worn out fiddle of melodies,
He smiles his eyes but the lines on his face
Told me as much as the tunes he
I'm talkin' my...

Smokey memories,
Pretty from Tennessee
I was a fool to leave
her all alone
Think her in my dreams,
I if she thinks of me?
I'll always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain

So mister your fiddle please,
some mountain melodies,
I been down a lonely road so far from
left to hold on to,
I made plans but they fell through
Now there's nothing left for me but my Smokey memories

I'm 'bout my
Smokey Mountain
'bout my in Tennesse
Yesterday keeps me,
Calling me
rising in my soul
Higher than the I've known
Misty eyed, cling to me,
my Mountain memories

Out...

I'm talkin' my
Mountain memories...