Artist: townes van zandt
Song: 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
