| In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
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| On the trail of the lonesome Pine
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| In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
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| Where you carved your name and I carved mine
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| Oh, you — like the mountains are blue
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| Like the pine — I am lonesome for you
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| In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
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| On the trail of the lonesome Pine
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| On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine
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| Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine
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| Her name is June and very, very soon shell belong to me
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| For I know shes waiting there for me neath that lone Pine tree |