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 ain't 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 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 i've seen the joyful and the sorrow
and i ain't comin' back here anymore

so mister [sinby] can you hear me
down there in [gracel], louisana-o
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