Smokey Mountain memories bout my home in Tennessee
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Yesterday keeps calling me calling me home
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Mountains rising in my soul higher than the dreams I've known
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Misty eyes they cling to me my Smokey Mountain memories
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An old grey man with a dog asleep at his feet
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Plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies
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He smiles 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 bout my Smokey Mountain memories pretty girl from Tennessee
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I was such a fool to leave leave her all alone
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Think about her in my dreams I wonder if she thinks of me
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I always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories
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[ harmonica ]
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So mister play your fiddle please play some moutain memories
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I've been down a lonely road so far from home
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Nothing left to hold on to I 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 bout my home...
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Smokey Mountain Memories
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| Mel Street |
