You ought to go north somebody told us. Cause the air is filled with gold dust. And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands. Now I don't recall who said it. But we'd lived so long on credit. So we headed out to find our promised land. Just poor Smoky Mountain farm folk. With nothing more than high hopes. As we hitched our station wagon to a star. But our dreams all fell in on us. Cause there was no land of promise. Though it's a stuggle keepin' sight of who you are. Oh and these northern nights are dreary. And my southern heart is weary. As I wonder how the old folks are back home. But I know that they all love me. And I know they thinking of me. Smoky Mountain memories keep me strong. You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately. About what's been and what awaits me. It takes all I've got to give what life demands. You go insane if you give in to it. Life's a mill and I've been through it. I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands. Oh and these northern nights they're dreary. And my southern eyes are teary. As I wonder how the old folks are back home. But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus. He'll love and guide and lead us. Smoky Mountain memories keep me strong. I'll keep looking to the father. Keep my head above the water. Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong