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