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			     Smoky Mountain Memories - Dolly Parton
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Tabbed by: JoanG
Email: nomad_saint@yahoo.com

Tuning: standard

             GmYou (355333@1)ought to go north somebody told us    
          Eb (x43121@3)                Bb (x1333x@1)            
Cause the air is filled with gold dust           
      Gm (355333@1)              Eb (x43121@3)                Bb (x1333x@1)     
And fortune falls like snow flakes in your hands         
(F)    GmNow (355333@1)I don't recall who said it                        
          Eb (x43121@3)             BbBut (x1333x@1)we'd lived so long on credit                        
            Eb (x43121@3)         Bb (x1333x@1)      F (133211@1)   (Eb) BbAnd (x1333x@1)so we headed out to find our promised land         

Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk
With nothing more than high hopes
So we hitched our station wagon to a star
But our dreams all fell in on us
Cause there was no land of promise
Though it's a stuggle just keepin' sight of who you are

                 Gm (355333@1)                F (133211@1) Oh and these northern nights are dreary            
           Eb (x43121@3)             Bb (x1333x@1) And my southern heart is weary                    
         Gm (355333@1)          Eb (x43121@3)               Bb (x1333x@1) As I wonder how the old folks are back home        
         Gm (355333@1)               F (133211@1) But I know that they all love me                  
              Eb (x43121@3)            Bb (x1333x@1) And they're all thinking of me                   
       Eb (x43121@3)             Bb (x1333x@1)    F (133211@1)     (Eb)  Bb (x1333x@1) The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong        

You know I've been thinkin' a whole lot lately
About what's been and what awaits me
It takes all I've got to give what life demands
You go insane if you give in to it
Life's a mill and I've been through it
I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands

  Oh and these northern nights they're dreary
  And my southern eyes are teary
  As I wonder how the old folks are back home
  But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus
  He'll love and guide and lead us
  The Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong

  If I'll keep looking to the father
  Keep our heads above the water
  While the Smoky Mountains memories keep me strong