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Blue Ridge Mountains lyrics
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
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- Track 10 on High, Low and in Between
- 9 Mr. Gold and Mr. Mud
- 11 High, Low and in Between
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