G From a shack by a mountain streamC G To a room in New OrleansD7 So far from my blue ridge mountain homeG The men I meet ain't warm and friendlyC G C Like the one in old VirginyG D7 G Oh they ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy I was just a little past eighteenC G When I came to New OrleansD7 I'd never been beyond my home state lineG There was a boy who loved me dearlyC G C But I broke his heart severelyG D7 G When I left my blue ridge mountain boyC Life was dull in my hometownA#7 F C Lights were out when the sun went downG And I thought the city life was more my style But nights get lonely way from homeC G C And it's easy to go wrongG D7 G The men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy New Orleans held things in storeC G Things I've never bargained forD7 Every night a different man knocks on my doorG But late at night when all is stillC G C I can hear a whippoorwillG D7 G As I cry for my blue ridge mountain boyC Oh but I can't ever go back homeA#7 F C Since the boy I loved is goneG He grew tired of waiting for me to return They say he'd married last OctoberC G But I never will get overD7 G Oh the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boyD7 G Blue ridge mountain boy
My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy
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