(words & music by rosenblatt - milrose)I’m just a smokey mountain boyCome back to the hills I loveWhere the tops of pine all bend in the windAnd the deep blue sky aboveThe closer and closer I get to homeThe more excited I amThose were the mornings I’d roll out of bedStart the day off with a hot corn breadSmothered in huckleberry jamI’m just a smokey mountain boyCome back to the hills I loveWhere the tops of pine all bend in the windAnd the deep blue sky aboveI can almost hear the hounds running through the woodsClose on the trail of the hareHow I long to be with them following the houndsA-huntin’ againGettin’ me a big old grizzly bearI’m just a smokey mountain boyCome back to the hills I loveWhere the tops of pine all bend in the windAnd the deep blue sky aboveI traveled around and met lots of girlsNo matter how many I seeI left some pretty ones behindI know back home is where I’ll findThe girl whose love is meant for meI’m just a smokey mountain boyCome back to the hills I loveWhere the tops of pine all bend in the windAnd the deep blue sky above