"You ought to go north" somebody told us
'Cause the air is filled with gold dust
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands
Now I don't recall who said it
But we live so long on credit
So we headed out to find our promise land

Oh and these northern nights are dreary
And my southern hearts are too
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I'll keeping leaning on my Jesus
He'll love and guide and lead us
The Smokey Mountain memories keep me strong

I'll keep looking to the Father
Keep my head above the water
Smokey Mountain memories keep me strong