From a shack by a mountain stream

To a room in new orleans

So far from my blue ridge mountain home

The men i meet ain't warm and friendly

Like the one in old virginie

Oh they ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy

I was just a little past eighteen

When i came to new orleans

I'd never been beyond my home state line

There was a boy who loved me dearly

But i broke his heart severely

When i left my blue ridge mountain boy



Life was dull in my hometown

Lights were out when the sun went down

And i thought that city life was more my style

But nights get lonely away from home

And it's easy to go wrong

The men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy



New orleans held things in store

Things i'd never bargained for

And every night a different man knocks on my door

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 never go back home

Since the boy i love is gone

He grew tired of waiting for me to return

They say he married last october

But i never will get over

Oh the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy



Blue ridge mountain boy