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
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 memoriesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
