Blue Ridge Mountains

Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

And I aint comin back here anymoreWell, I had me a mother that could pray, boys

She prayed for me both night and day, boys

And I tore down every prayer that she could say, boys

And I aint comin back here anymoreI wanna find me a lady fair and tender

Wanna play her song on my steel strings

Gonna lay her down in a bed of clover

Then I aint comin back here anymoreWell, Ive seen this whole wide country over

From New York City down to Mexico

And Ive seen the joyful and the sorrow

And I aint comin back here anymoreSo Mister Sinby, can you hear me

Down there in Gracel, Louisana, oh

Well, Ill lay a joint upon your grave, sir

Then I aint comin back here anymoreWell, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains

And I aint comin back here anymore

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