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My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
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My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
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My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
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and I ain't comin' back here anymore
I had me a mother could pray, boys
she prayed for me both night and day, boys
and I tore down every 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
I've seen this whole wide country over
from New York city down to Mexico
and 've seen the joyful and the sorrow
and I ain't comin' back here anymore
So if Mr. Sinbad can you hear me
Down there in Grayson Louisiana
I'll lay a joint upon your grave, Sir
then I ain't comin' back here anymore
My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains
and I ain't comin' back here anymore
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