| In a shingle covered cottage at the foothills of blue stacks
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| Near a mountain stream that’s flowing crystal clear
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| Where the humming birds and honey bees feed on mama’s roses
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| My mem’ries just grow sweeter with the years
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| Mem’ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey
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| And as fresh as a dew on morning glory vines
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| I grew up surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature
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| And they’re forever present in my mind
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| But i’m headed in the wrong direction home
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| Headed in the wrong direction home
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| There’s no place like home
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| But i’m headed in the wrong direction home
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| Teardrops mingled with the summer rain that was a falling
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| The day i left my mountain home behind
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| With a suitcase in my hand and a hope in my heart
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| I was following a dream i had to find
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| In that shingled covered cottage at the foothills of the smokies
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| Waits a family hat i’m longing to see
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| And mountain streams and fields of green
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| And rolling hills stay in my dreams
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| But i’m many, many miles from tennessee
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| And still headed in the wrong direction home
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| Headed in the wrong direction home
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| But maybe i’ll get back before too long
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| But i’m headed in the wrong direction home |