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FYou ought to go nDm7orth somebody told us Cause the Fair is filled with gFold dust And Dm7fortune falls like sFnow flakes in your hFands Now I dDm7on't recall who said it But we'd Flived so long on cEmredit And so we Fheaded out to Gfind our promised lFand
Just poor SDm7moky Mountains farm folk With noFthing more than hFigh hopes So we hiDm7tched our station wFagon to a sFtar But our Dm7dreams are failing on us Cause there Fwas no land of prEmomise Though it's a sFtruggle just kGeepin' sight of who Fyou are
Oh and these nDm7orthern nights are dEmreary And my Fsouthern heart is Emweary As I woFnder how the oDmld folks are back hCmaj7ome But I kDm7now that they all lEmove me And they'reF all thinking of Em7me F Smoky Mountains mDm7emories keep me strFong
You know I've beeDm7n thinkin' a whole lot lately About what's Fbeen and what aFwaits me It takes Dm7all I've got to givFe what life demFands You go inDm7sane if you give in to it Life's a Fmill and I've been tEmhrough it I'm just tFhankful I'm creaGtive with my hFands
Oh and these nDm7orthern nights they'reEm dreary And my Fsouthern eyes are Emteary As I woFnder how the oDmld folks are back hCmaj7ome But I'll keep Dm7leanin' on my JEmesus He'll loFve and guide and Emlead us F Smoky Mountains mDm7emories keep me strFong
If I'll keep lDm7ooking to the fEmather KeepF our heads abovEme the water F While the Smoky MDm7ountains memoriesG keep me strFong