[female
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
picking,
a
soft
sigh
of
a
pedal
steel)
There
was
a
little
girl
in
Tennessee
With
a
secondhand
guitar
and
a
heart
full
of
dreams
She
sang
through
the
poverty,
sang
through
the
pain
And
turned
every
tear
into
a
beautiful
refrain
She
came
from
a
cabin
where
the
nights
were
cold
But
she
carried
a
fire
that
could
never
grow
old
And
somehow
that
girl
with
the
mountain
in
her
soul
Found
a
way
to
make
the
whole
wide
world
feel
whole
She
gave
us
laughter
when
the
world
was
hurting
Gave
us
courage
when
the
road
was
hard
And
every
time
she
opened
up
her
heart
We
felt
like
we
were
back
in
her
own
backyard
Oh,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
And
you’
re
dancing
in
the
shadows
of
the
Smoky
range
We’
ll
be
listening
for
the
echo
of
your
silver
tone
Finding
our
way
back
to
the
love
you’
ve
shown
Yeah,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
We
know
you’
re
finally
heading
back
home
She
painted
pictures
with
a
rhinestoned
pen
About
the
working
girl
and
the
working
men
She
taught
us
that
beauty
is
a
spirit
inside
Something
that
time
and
the
years
cannot
hide
From
Jolene’
s
sorrow
to
the
Coat
of
Many
Colors
She
stood
as
a
witness
for
all
of
her
brothers
And
sisters
in
spirit,
who
looked
to
the
light
And
found
in
her
songs
a
way
to
make
it
right
Oh,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
And
you’
re
dancing
in
the
shadows
of
the
Smoky
range
We’
ll
be
listening
for
the
echo
of
your
silver
tone
Finding
our
way
back
to
the
love
you’
ve
shown
Yeah,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
We
know
you’
re
finally
heading
back
home
Time
rolls
on
like
the
Pigeon
River
flow
And
even
the
strongest
timber
eventually
goes
But
the
words
she
whispered
and
the
songs
she
sang
Are
carved
in
the
limestone
where
the
wild
bells
rang (
Melancholic,
slow-paced
fiddle
and
acoustic
guitar
weave)
Oh,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
And
you’
re
dancing
in
the
shadows
of
the
Smoky
range
We’
ll
be
listening
for
the
echo
of
your
silver
tone
Finding
our
way
back
to
the
love
you’
ve
shown
Yeah,
when
the
mountains
call
your
name
We
know
you’
re
finally
heading
back
home
Heading
back
home
to
the
ridge
To
the
mist
and
the
morning
sun
Rest
now,
darling,
the
journey
is
done
When
the
mountains
call
your
name
Just
follow
the
sound...
Follow
the
sound... (
Fade
out
with
soft,
single
acoustic
notes)