My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy

(Dolly Parton)



From a shack by a mountain stream to a room in New Orleans

So far from my blue ridge mountain home

Oh, the men I meet ain't warm and friendly like the one in old Virginy

They ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy.



Now I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans

I had never been beyond my home state line

Oh, there was a boy who loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely

When I left my blue ridge mountain boy.



Oh, life was dull in my hometown lights were out when the sun went down

So I thought city life was more my style little more my style

But nights get lonely away from home and it's easy to go wrong

No the men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy.



New Orleans held things in store things I've never bargained for

And every night a different man knocks on my door

Oh, but late at night when all is still I can hear a whippoorwill

As I cry for my blue ridge mountain boy.



Oh, but I can't ever go back home since the boy I loved is gone

He grew tired of waiting for me to return

They say he'd married last October but I never will get over

Oh, the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy.



Blue ridge mountain boy...