Smoky Mountain Memories Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known Misty-eyed they cling to me, my smoky mountain memories An old gray man with a dog asleep at his feet Plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies He smiles with his eyes, but the lines on his face Told me as much as the tunes he played I'm talking about my smoky mountain memories Pretty girls from Tennessee I was such a fool to leave, leave her all alone Think about her in my dreams, I wonder if she thinks of me Always hold her close to me in my smoky mountain memories Mr. Play a fiddle please, play some mountain melodies 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 smoky mountain memories I'm talking about my smoky mountain memories Got my home in Tennessee, yesterday keeps calling me Calling me home Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known Misty eyes, they cling to me like smoky mountain memories I'm talking about my smoky mountain memories