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CYou ought to go north Am7somebody told us Cause the Fair is filled with gCold dust And Am7fortune falls like sFnow flakes in your hCands Now I dAm7on't recall who said it But we'd Flived so long on cEmredit And so we Fheaded out to Gfind our promised lCand
Just poor SAm7moky Mountains farm folk With noFthing more than hCigh hopes So we hiAm7tched our station wFagon to a sCtar But our Am7dreams are failing on us Cause there Fwas no land of prEmomise Though it's a sFtruggle just kGeepin' sight of who Cyou are
Oh and these nAm7orthern nights are dEmreary And my Fsouthern heart is Emweary As I woFnder how the oDmld folks are back hCmaj7ome But I kAm7now that they all lEmove me And they'reF all thinking of Em7me F Smoky Mountains mDm7emories keep me strCong
You know I've beeAm7n thinkin' a whole lot lately About what's Fbeen and what aCwaits me It takes Am7all I've got to givFe what life demCands You go inAm7sane 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 hCands
Oh and these nAm7orthern nights they'reEm dreary And my Fsouthern eyes are Emteary As I woFnder how the oDmld folks are back hCmaj7ome But I'll keep Am7leanin' on my JEmesus He'll loFve and guide and Emlead us F Smoky Mountains mDm7emories keep me strCong
If I'll keep lAm7ooking to the fEmather KeepF our heads abovEme the water F While the Smoky MDm7ountains memoriesG keep me strCong