My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy

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 'virginny Oh they ain't real, like my Blue Ridge mountain boy I was just a little past 18 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 home town The lights were out when the sun went down And I thought the city life was more my style But nights get lonely away from home And its 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 whiporwill, as I cry, for my Blue Ridge mountain boy Oh but I can ever 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