Smokey Mountain memories, about my home in Tennessee
Yesterday, keeps calling me...calling me home.
Mountains rising in my soul, higher then the dreams I've known
Misty eyed, they cling to me, my
Smokey Mountain memories.

An old grey man with a dog asleep at his feet
plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies.
He smiles with eyes but the lines on his face
told me as much as the tunes he played
Talking about my,

(Chorus)
Smokey Mountain memories, pretty girls in Tennessee
I was such a fool to leave...leave her all alone.
I think about her in my dreams, wonder if she thinks of me
I always hold her close to me, my
Smokey Mountain Memories.

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

(To Chorus)