| Red is the sun that falls
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| Down through the valley
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| Pine-draped in shadow
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| Blue are the eyes that shine
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| Barefoot and laughing
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| She runs through the back of my mind
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| Everytime
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| Deep by the songs that sing
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| 'Bout still mountain moonlight
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| And cool running streams
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| I’ve been away too long
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| But the song never
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| It’s all comin' back to me now
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| Anyhow
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| Born to be living high in the blue ridge
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| Sweet mountain music around
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| I’ve been laid low by the cities that glow
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| And the only thing I’ve ever found
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| Is you can’t take my heart down from the mountain
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| I’m like the morning mist
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| That hangs in the treetops
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| Waitin' for daylight
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| I love the lonesome cry
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| Breaking the silence
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| The song of the lone nightingale
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| Never fails
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| Born to be living high in the blue ridge
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| Sweet mountain music around
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| I’ve been laid low by the cities that glow
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| And the only thing I’ve ever found
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| Is you can’t take my heart down from the mountain
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| I pray that her love waits for me there by and by
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| Her blue eyes are shining up where the mountains reach out and touch the sky
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| Born to be living high in the blue ridge
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| Sweet mountain music around
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| I’ve been laid low by the cities that glow
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| And the only thing I’ve ever found
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| Is you can’t take my heart down from the mountain
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| Down, down from the mountain
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| Down, down from the mountain |