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 really
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