Intro: * Smokey Mountain Memories, 'bout my home in Tennessee * Yesterday keeps calling me, calling me ho-oo-oo?oo-ome Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known Misty eyes, they cling to me, like Smokey Mountain Mem-o- -ries An old gray man with a dog a- -sleep at his feet Plays a worn out fiddle, full of mel-o-dies He smiles with his eyes, but the lines on his face Told me as much as the tunes he played Talkin' 'bout my: Smokey Mountain Mem-o-ries, pretty girl's in Tennessee I was such a fool to leave, leave her all alo-oo-oo-oo-one Think about her in my dreams, wonder if she thinks of me I always hold her close to me, in my Smokey Mountain Mem-o- -ries Instrumental: