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