Smoky Mountain/Cajun style

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© ALawrence1
I love, those Smoky Mountains.
My home, where I belong.
The crystal clear, blue waters.
They make, a sweetheart song.
Those smoky blue mountains, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home.

My darlin’, oh she'll be waitin'.
A daisy, in her hair.
The folks they'll all, come a runnin'.
To see, us standin' there.
Those smoky blue mountains, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home.

(Instrumental)

Momma, with her fried chicken.
And Daddy, with his brew.
There's Granny, and Aunt Tessie.
A cookin', up a stew.
Those smoky blue mountains, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home.

Oh Grandpa, brings out his fiddle.
And Yancy, he on the tub.
Ma Doodles on, the jugs now.
She's given them, a rub.
Those smoky blue mountains, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home. Hey!

(Instrumental)

We dance, until the dawn now.
The moon, it is our friend.
The stars, they twinkle softly.
I pray, it never ends.
Those smoky blue mountains, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home.

If I ever, go to heaven.
I'm standin', oh by the gate.
I know I'll see, those misty mountains.
Blue mountains, ah that's my fate.
Oh Lord, oh Lordy Jesus, I'm comin', I’m comin’ home. Hey! Ya!