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Blue Ridge mountains
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by Townes Van Zandt
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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
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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 [Sinby] can you hear me
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down there in [Gracel], 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
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Blue Ridge mountains
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| Townes Van Zandt |
