Piney River Girl

I heard the sound of a redbird sing and the call of a whippoorwill As the sun pulled over the eastern ridges and warmed the morning hills I heard the sound of an old blue hound as it wakened to the day He shook off all of his hound-dog dreams and wandered on his way Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me She loved the sound of the banjo's Ring and she loved the bluegrass tunes And as I recall, she knew them all beneath the mountain moon She loved the soft and the easy wind as it whispered in the hills And I'd like to think that if I were there she'd maybe love me still Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me The times they come and the times they go. Ya win, sometimes ya lose But I love this livin' with every Breath and I love to sing the sing blues When i hear the redbird sing my heart jumps in a a whirl — It reminds me of the time once spent with the Piney River Girl Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me Thinkin' 'bout old Virginia and a Blue Ridge memory That fills my mind with another time and brings her back to me