My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy Sözleri

From a shack by a mountain stream to a room in New Orleans

So far from my blue ridge mountain home

Oh the men I meet ain't warm and friendly like the one in old Virginy

No they ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans

I have never been beyond my home state line

There was a boy there he loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely

When I left my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh but life was dull in my hometown lights were out when the sun went down

And so I thought that city life was more my style just a little more my style

But nights get lonely away from home and it's easy to go wrong

The men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy

And New Orleans held things in store things I've never bargained for

And every night a different man knocks on my door

Oh but late at night when all is still I can hear a whippoorwill

As I cry for my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh but I can't ever go back home cause the boy I loved is gone

I guess he got tired of waiting for me to return

They say he'd married last October but I never will get over

Oh the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh oh though I miss that blue ridge mountain boy

How I miss my blue ridge mountain boy