| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| And I ain’t comin' back here anymore
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| I had me a mother that could pray, boys
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| She prayed for me both night and day, boys
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| And I tore down every down every prayer that she could say, boys
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| And I ain’t comin' back here anymore
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| I wanna find me a lady fair and tender
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| Wanna play her song on my steel strings
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| Gonna lay her down in a bed of clover
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| Then I ain’t comin' back here anymore
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| I’ve seen this whole wide country over
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| From new york city down to mexico
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| And I’ve seen the joyful and the sorrow
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| And I ain’t comin' back here anymore
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| So mister can you hear me
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| Down there in, louisana-o
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| I’ll lay a joint upon your grave, sir
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| Then I ain’t comin' back here anymore
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| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| My home is in the blue ridge mountains
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| And I ain’t comin' back here anymore |