v.1
^GSmokey mountain memories, ^Embout my home in Tennessee
^CYesterday keeps callin' me, ^Dcalling me home
^GMountains risin' in my soul, ^Emhigher than the dreams I've known
^CMisty-eyed, they cling to me, my ^Dsmokey mountain memo^Gries

Refrain:
^GAn old grey man with a dog a^Emsleep at his feet
Plays a ^Amworn out fiddle full of ^Emmemories
^GHe smiles with his eyes but the ^Emlines on his face
^CTold me as much as the ^Dtunes he ^Gplayed

v.2
Talkin bout my Smokey mountain memories, pretty girls in Tennessee
I was such a fool to leave, leave her all alone
I 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

v.3
So, mister, play your fiddle please, play some mountain memories
I've been down a lonely road, so far from home
Nothing left to hold onto, I made some plans but they fell through
Now there's nothing left for me but my smokey mountain memories

Rpt. v.1