Dolly Parton — Wrong Direction Home

In a shingle-covered cottage at the foothills of the Smokeys Near a mountain stream that's flowing crystal clear Where hummingbirds and honeybees feed on Mama's roses My memories just grow sweeter with the years Memories of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey And as fresh as 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 Smokeys Waits a family that I'm longing so 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