(Dolly Parton)
From a shack by a mountain stream to a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge mountain home
The men I meet, ain't warm and friendly like the one in old virginy
Oh, they ain't real, like my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans
I'd never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy who loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely
When I left my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Life was dull in my home town the lights were out when the sun went down
And I thought the city life was more my style
But nights get lonely waiting home and its easy to go wrong
The men ain't kind like my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
--- Instrumental ---
New Orleans held things in store, things I'd never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
But late at night when all is still I can hear a whiporwill
As I cry for my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Oh, but I can ever go back home since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married, last October but I never will get over
Oh, the sweet love of my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Blue Ridge Mountain Boy, mmm...
From a shack by a mountain stream to a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge mountain home
The men I meet, ain't warm and friendly like the one in old virginy
Oh, they ain't real, like my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans
I'd never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy who loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely
When I left my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Life was dull in my home town the lights were out when the sun went down
And I thought the city life was more my style
But nights get lonely waiting home and its easy to go wrong
The men ain't kind like my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
--- Instrumental ---
New Orleans held things in store, things I'd never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
But late at night when all is still I can hear a whiporwill
As I cry for my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Oh, but I can ever go back home since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married, last October but I never will get over
Oh, the sweet love of my Blue Ridge mountain boy.
Blue Ridge Mountain Boy, mmm...
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