I 'm just a S mokey Mountain boy
Coming b ack to the h ills I love.
With the t ops of pine all b ending in the wind
and the d eep blue s ky ab ove.
The closer and c loser I g et to home
the more excited I a m.
T hose were the mornings I'd roll out of bed
start the day off with a hot corn bread.
S mothered in huckleberry j am.
I 'm just a S mokey Mountain boy
Coming b ack to the h ills I love.
With the t ops of pine all b ending in the wind
and the d eep blue s ky ab ove.
I can almost h ear the hounds r unning through the woods
close on the trail of a h are.
H ow I long to be with them following the hounds a-hunting again.
G etting me a big old grizzly b ear.
I 'm just a S mokey Mountain boy
Coming b ack to the h ills I love.
With the t ops of pine all b ending in the wind
and the d eep blue s ky ab ove.
I traveled a round and m et lots of girls
no matter how many I s ee.
I left some pretty ones behind.
I know back home is where I'll find
the g irl whose love is meant for m e.
I 'm just a S mokey Mountain boy
Coming b ack to the h ills I love.
With the t ops of pine all b ending in the wind
and the d eep blue s ky ab ove.