Smokey Mountain Boy - Elvis Presley

I’m just a Smokey mountain boy

Come back to the hills I love

Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind

And the deep blue sky above

The closer and closer I get to home

The more excited I am

Those were the mornings I’d roll out of bed

Start the day off with a hot corn bread

Smothered in huckleberry jam

I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods

Close on the trail of the hare

How I long to be with them following the hounds a-hunting again

Getting me a big old grizzly bear

I traveled around and met lots of girls

No matter how many I see

I left some pretty ones behind

I know back home is where I’ll find

The girl whose love means for me