By townes van zandt

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 aint comin back here anymore

I had me a mother that 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 aint 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 aint comin back here anymore

Ive seen this whole wide country over
From new york city down to mexico
And Ive seen the joyful and the sorrow
And I aint comin back here anymore

So mister [sinby] can you hear me
Down there in [gracel], louisana-o
Ill lay a joint upon your grave, sir
Then I aint 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 aint comin back here anymore