My home is in the blue ridge mountains My home is in the blue ridge mountains My home is in the blue ridge mountains And I ain't comin' back here anymore
I had me a mother that could pray, boys She prayed for me both night and day, boys And I tore down every 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
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-o I'll lay a joint upon your grave, sir Then I ain't comin' back here anymore
My home is in the blue ridge mountains My home is in the blue ridge mountains My home is in the blue ridge mountains And I ain't comin' back here anymore
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