Smokey Mountain Memories  (CT 1002)  Sam Rowan  (Earl Thomas Conley) 1975

BASIC 2

OPENER - CLOSER

Circle Left

Smokey Mountain memories ‘bout my home in Tennessee.

Men Star Right one time tonight.

Left Allemande and Weave you know-wo-wo-wo

Mountains rising in my soul.

Swing and Promenade you go

Always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories

FIGURE

Heads Promenade Halfway round.

Down the middle, Pass the Ocean, Extend

Swing Thru, Boys Trade, Boys Run around the girl and Bend the Line

(go / jump / wiggle / sneak) Up to the Middle and Back

Square Thru 3/4 round I sing

Swing and Promenade the ring

I always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories

(Leave out the word memoriesafter the 2nd and 4th figure)

MIDDLE BREAK

Circle Left

So mister play your fiddle please, play me some mountain memories

Men Star Right one time tonight

Left Allemande and Weave you know-wo-wo-wo

Mountains rising in my soul

Swing and Promenade you go

Always hold her close to me in my Smokey Mountain memories

TAG

Swing her, Smokey Mountain Me…mo…ries

ORIGINAL LYRICS

Smokey Mountain memories, about my home in Tennessee
Yesterday, keeps calling me...calling me home.

Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known
Misty eyed, they cling to me, my
Smokey Mountain memories.

An old grey man with a dog asleep at his feet
Plays a worn out fiddle full of melodies.
He smiles with eyes but the lines on his face
Told me as much as the tunes he played
Talking about 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 always hold her close to me, my
Smokey Mountain memories.

 

Short Instrumental

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 on to, I made some plans but they fell through
Now there's nothing left for me, but my
Smokey Mountain memories.
I’m talking about 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 always hold her close to me, my
Smokey Mountain Memories.

 

 Fade Out

 

Smokey Mountain memories, about my home in Tennessee
Yesterday, keeps calling me...calling me home.

Mountains rising in my soul, higher than the dreams I've known
Misty eyed, they cling to me, my
Smokey Mountain memories.