Smoky Mountains

Sing me a song of the Smoky Mountains
And I'll be home by the sun
Get up and dance while the fiddle is shoutin'
'Cause darlin', my work is almost done

I need to get back where the corn don't grow
Where the mockbird fly, when the sun sets low
It's a simple life, but the only way I know
Where the hound dogs chase them squirrels around
All up a tree, twelve shoots 'em down
And the moonshine still still sits behind that rope
And baby, I know you get real tired of me
Livin' this life on these ten tires
Even though you know these songs are all about you
And I don't give a damn, do whatever it takes
To get back to you, to see your face
If the bus breaks down, hell, I'll just start runnin'

Sing me a song of the Smoky Mountains
And I'll be home by the sun
Get up and dance while the fiddle is shoutin'
'Cause darlin', my work is almost done

Yeah, my work's almost done

Baby, wait up for me
Baby, wait up for me
I know it's been too long
Yeah, but darlin', don't fall asleep
So baby, wait up for me