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In a shingle covered cottage at the foothills of blue stacks Near a mountain stream that's flowing crystal clear Where the humming birds and honey bees feed on Mama's roses My mem'ries just grow sweeter with the years Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey And as fresh as a dew on morning glory vines I grew up surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature And they're forever present in my mind But I'm headed in the wrong direction home Headed in the wrong direction home There's no place like home But I'm headed in the wrong direction home Teardrops mingled with the summer rain that was a falling The day I left my mountain home behind With a suitcase in my hand and a hope in my heart I was following a dream I had to find In that shingled covered cottage at the foothills of the smokies Waits a family hat I'm longing to see And mountain streams and fields of green And rolling hills stay in my dreams But I'm many, many miles from Tennessee And still headed in the wrong direction home Headed in the wrong direction home But maybe I'll get back before too long But I'm headed in the wrong direction home From Letras Mania