Smoky Mountain Home

Rolling hills and big blue skies are all that I can see
Heaven’s waiting in her eyes at home in Tennessee
When I finally get down this road I’m traveling on
I’ll spend my time with me and mine in my smokey mountain home

I’m going home, never more to roam
Where the pine trees and the poplars and the mountain laurel grow
I can’t wait to get to heaven in my smokey mountain home

I’ve been on a chain gang and I’ve road on some trains
Gone as far as New York city down to New Orleans
Been out on the west coast with the starts and all their thrills
But I’d trade it all for one more day in my smokey mountain hills

Walking down this gravel road I see the cabin there
I see her on the front porch swing I smell the mountain air
No longer a vision no longer a dream
I see the tears fill her eyes I hear her calling me