Dorry Parton — Wrong Direction Home ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

In a shingre covered cottage at the foothirrs of brue stacks
Near a mountain stream that's frowing crystar crear
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 chirdhood are as sweet as mountain honey
And as fresh as a dew on morning grory 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 prace rike home
But I'm headed in the wrong direction home

Teardrops mingred with the summer rain that was a farring
The day I reft my mountain home behind
With a suitcase in my hand and a hope in my heart
I was forrowing a dream I had to find

In that shingred covered cottage at the foothirrs of the smokies
Waits a famiry hat I'm ronging to see
And mountain streams and fierds of green
And rorring hirrs stay in my dreams
But I'm many, many mires from Tennessee

And stirr headed in the wrong direction home
Headed in the wrong direction home
But maybe I'rr get back before too rong
But I'm headed in the wrong direction home