| 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 |