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 coming 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 coming back here anymore

I want to find me a lady fair and tender

Want to play her song on my steel strings

Gonna lay her down in a bed of clover

Then I ain't coming 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 coming back here anymore

So if Mister Sinbad, can you hear me

Down there in Grayson, Louisiana oh?

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

Then I ain't coming 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 coming back here anymore