My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy (1982)

[Verse 1] From a shack by a mountain stream To a room in New Orleans So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home Oh, the men I meet ain't warm and friendly Like the one in old Virginie No, they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain Boy [Verse 2] Oh, I was just a little past eighteen When I came to New Orleans I had never been beyond my home state line There was a boy there, he loved me dearly But I broke his heart severely When I left my Blue Ridge Mountain boy [Verse 3] Oh, but life was dull in my hometown Lights were out when the sun went down And so I thought that city life was more my style Just a little more my style But nights get lonely away from home And it's easy to go wrong The men ain't kind like my Blue Ridge Mountain Boy [Verse 4] And New Orleans held things in store Things I'd never bargained for And every night, a different man knocks on my door Oh, but late at night, when all is still I can hear a whippoorwill As I cry for my Blue Ridge Mountain boy [Verse 5] Oh, but I can't ever go back home 'Cause the boy I love is gone I guess he got tired (He got tired) Of waiting for me (He got tired) To return They say he married last October But I never will get over Oh, the sweet love of my Blue Ridge Mountain boy [Outro] Oh, oh Oh, don't I miss that Blue Ridge Mountain Boy How I miss my Blue Ridge Mountain Boy