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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
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