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Smokey Mountain Memories - Earl Thomas Conley

Smokey mountain memories

About my home in tennesse

Yesterday keeps calling me

Calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul

Higher than the dreams I've known

Misty eyed they cling to me

My smokey mountain memories

An old gray man with a dog asleep at his feet

Played a worn out fiddle full of melodies

He smiled with his eyes but the lines on his face

Told me as much as the tunes he played

Talking about my

Smokey mountain memories

Pretty girl from tennessee

I was such a fool to leave

Leave her all alone

Think about her in my dreams

Wonder if she thinks of me

I'll always hold her close to me

In my smokey mountain memories

So mister play your fiddle please

Play some mountain melodies

I been down a lonely road to far away from home

Nothing left to hold on to

Made some plans but they fell through

Now there's nothing left for me

But my smokey mountain memories

I'm talking about my

Smokey mountain memories

About my home in tennesse

Yesterday keeps calling me

Calling me home

Mountains rising in my soul

Higher than the dreams I've known

Misty eyed they cling to me

My smokey mountain memories