Townes Van Zandt - Blue Ridge Mountains
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