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Morning mist hangs on the pine tree bough
Smoke rises slow from the chimney now
We left the highway far behind
To see what peace of mind we'd find (mhhhmm)
There's a quiet pathway
leading up high
Where the mountaintops touch
the autumn sky
Oh,
Pigeon Forge, take me away
Under the ridge
where the shadows play
Let the cold river
run through my soul
And make this weary
traveler whole (sweet Tennessee home)
Woodsmoke drifting on the evening breeze
Golden light filtering through the trees
Just an old cabin built of clay
Watching the worries of the world
fade away