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Songtexte: Elvis Presley. Smokey Mountain Boy.

I'm just a smokey mountain boy
Comin' back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine are bendin' 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'm just a smokey mountain boy
Comin' back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine are bendin' in the wind
And the deep blue sky above

I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods
Close on the trail of a hare
How I long to be with them following the hounds a huntin' again
Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear

I'm just a smokey mountain boy
Comin' back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine are bendin' in the wind
And the deep blue sky above

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 is meant for me

I'm just a smokey mountain boy
Comin' back to the hills I love
With the tops of pine, all bending in the wind
And the deep blue sky above