The Wrong Direction Home

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