by Townes Van Zandt



My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

and I ain't comin' back here anymore





I had me a mother that could pray, boys

she prayed for me both night and day, boys

and I tore down every down every prayer that she could say, boys

and I ain't comin' back here anymore





I wanna find me a lady fair and tender

wanna play her song on my steel strings

gonna lay her down in a bed of clover

then I ain't comin' back here anymore





I've seen this whole wide country over

from New York city down to Mexico

and I've seen the joyful and the sorrow

and I ain't comin' back here anymore





So Mister [Sinby] can you hear me

down there in [Gracel], Louisana-O

I'll lay a joint upon your grave, Sir

then I ain't comin' back here anymore





My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

My home is in the Blue Ridge mountains

and I ain't comin' back here anymore