Smoky Mountains Tears

[Verse] Morning fog rolls in the hills, in the Smoky Mountains’ shroud, The day begins in shadows, where the quiet speaks so loud, Rooms are trashed and torn apart, just like my weary soul, Cleaning up the wreckage takes its heavy toll. [Verse 2] There's hair clogging up the sinks, remnants of a night's disdain, Toilets lined with filth, in this endless, dirty game, Each canvas tent a battleground, fought with fire every night, I’m sweeping up the ashes in the early morning light. [Chorus] Oh, the Smoky Mountains’ tears, they fall down like the rain, I’m working through the hardship, feeling every ounce of pain, This housekeeper’s lament, in the shadow of these peaks, Living day by day, with a soul that loudly speaks. [Verse 3] Underneath the canvas, beneath the pretty stars, It’s a nightmare in the daylight, hidden behind the scars, Floorboards creak with memories of travesties and fights, As I sweep up all the remnants from the guests' forgotten nights. [Verse 4] In the fields of white linen, where my dreams have turned to dust, I scrub away the sorrows with every single thrust, Each new day dawns a struggle, in the misty mountain air, Just a housekeeper’s life, tangled in despair. [Bridge] Every sweep and scrub, another piece of broken glass, Time erodes my spirit, just another day to pass, Living in the shadows of these ancient smoky woods, Dreams of escape lost, never understood.