Sing it.

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(I know exactly where this was taken, too. I take the bike path alongside this bridge all the time when I'm home.)

"You oughta go north," somebody told us
Cause the air is filled with gold dust
And fortune falls like snowflakes in your hands
Now I don't recall who said it
But we lived so long on credit
So we headed out to find our promised land.
Just poor smoky mountain farm folk
With nothing more than high hopes
As we hitched our station wagon to a star
But our dreams all fell in on us
Cause there was no land of promise
And the struggle is keeping sight of who you are.
Oh and these Northern nights are dreary
And my Southern heart is weary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I know that they all love me
And I know they're thinking of me
Smoky mountain memories keep me strong.
You know I've been thinking a whole lot lately
About what's been and what awaits me
It takes all I've got to give what life demands
You'll go insane if you give in to it
Life's a mill and I've been through it
I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands.
Oh and these Northern nights are dreary
And my Southern eyes are teary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I'll keep leaning on my Jesus
Who loves and guides and leads us
Smoky mountain memories keep me strong.
I'll keep looking to the Father--
Keep my head above the water
Smoky mountain memories keep me strong.

I'm partial to this song these days. It's more relatable now.
I only know one version, though...so don't corrupt me by sending me others. I like the one I have.