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
No they ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans
I have never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy there he loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely
When I left my blue ridge mountain boy

Oh but life was dull in my hometown lights were out when the sun went down
And so I thought that city life was more my style just a little more my style
But nights get lonely away from home and it's easy to go wrong
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The men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy

And 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 cause the boy I loved is gone
I guess he got 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

Oh oh though I miss that blue ridge mountain boy
How I miss my blue ridge mountain boy