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