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 ain?t comin? back here anymore

Well, 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 ain?t comin? back here anymore

I 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 ain?t comin? back here anymore

Well, I?ve seen this whole wide country over

From New York City down to Mexico

And I?ve seen the joyful and the sorrow

And I ain?t comin? back here anymore

So Mister Sinby, can you hear me

Down there in Gracel, Louisana, oh

Well, I?ll lay a joint upon your grave, sir

Then I ain?t comin? back here anymore

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 ain?t comin? back here anymore