Smokey Mountain memories
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About my home in Tennesse
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Yesterday keeps calling me,
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Calling me home
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Mountains rising in my soul
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Higher than the dreams I've known
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Misty eyed, they cling to me, my Smokey Mountain memories
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An old gray man with a dog asleep at his feet
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Played a worn out fiddle full of melodies,
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He smiled with his eyes but the lines on his face
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Told me as much as the tunes he played
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Talking about my...
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Smokey Mountain memories,
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Pretty girl from Tennessee
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I was such a fool to leave
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Leave her all alone
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Think about her in my dreams,
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Wonder if she thinks of me
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I'll always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories
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So mister play your fiddle please, play some mountain melodies,
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I been down a lonely road to far away from home
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Nothing left to hold on to, made some plans but they fell through
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Now there's nothing left for me but my Smokey Mountain memories
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Smokey Mountain memories
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About my home in Tennesse
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Yesterday keeps calling me,
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Calling me home
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Mountains rising in my soul
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Higher than the dreams I've known
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Misty eyed, they cling to me, my Smokey Mountain memories
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Smokey Mountain Memories
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Earl Thomas Conley |