(Dolly Parton)      In a shingle covered cottage at the foothills of the Smokies   Near a mountain stream that's flowing crystal clear    Where 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 that 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...