C
Am
Smokey Mountain memories bout my home in Tennessee
F
G7
Yesterday keeps calling me calling me ho-me
C
Am
Mountains rising in my soul higher than the dreams I’ve known
F
G7
C
Empty eyes they cling to me like Smokey Mountain mem-o-ries
Dm
Am
Plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies
C
Am
He smiles with his eyes but the lines on his face
Dm
G7
C
Told me as much as the tunes he played
C
Am
Smokey Mountain memories bout my home in Tennessee
F
G7
Yesterday keeps calling me calling me ho-me
C
Am
Mountains rising in my soul higher than the dreams I’ve known
F
G7
C
Empty eyes they cling to me like Smokey Mountain mem-o-ries
Am
Smokey mountain memories pretty girl’s in Tennessee
F
G7
I was such a fool to leave leave her all alo-ne
C
Am
Think about her in my dreams I wonder if she thinks of me
F
G7
C
I always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain mem-o-ries
Am
So mister play your fiddle please play some mountain memories
F
G7
I’ve been down a lonely road So far from ho-me
C
Am
Nothing left to hold onto I made some plans but they fell through
F
G7
C
Now there’s nothing left for me but my Smokey Mountain mem-o-ries
C
Am
Smokey Mountain memories bout my home in Tennessee
F
G7
Yesterday keeps calling me calling me ho-me
C
Am
Mountains rising in my soul higher than the dreams I’ve known
F
G7
C
Empty eyes they cling to me like Smokey Mountain mem-o-ries