You ought to go north somebody told us
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Cause the air is filled with gold dust
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And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands
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Now I don't recall who said it
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But we'd lived so long on credit
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And so we headed out to find our promised land
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Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
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With nothing more than high hopes
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So we hitched our station wagon to a star
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But our dreams all fell in on us
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Cause there was no land of promise
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Though it's a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are
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Oh and these northern nights are dreary
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And my southern heart is weary
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As I wonder how the old folks are back home
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But I know that they all love me
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And they're all thinking of me
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The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong
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You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately
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About what's been and what awaits me
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It takes all I've got to give what life demands
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You go insane if you give in to it
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Life's a mill and I've been through it
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I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands
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Oh and these northern nights they're dreary
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And my southern eyes are teary
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As I wonder how the old folks are back home
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But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus
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He'll love and guide and lead us
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The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong
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If I'll keep looking to the father
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Keep our heads above the water
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While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong
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Smoky Mountain Memories
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Dolly Parton |