And I ain’t comin’ back here anymore
Wanna play her song on my steel strings
And I ain’t comin’ back here anymore
And I’ve seen the joyful and the sorrow
Well, I’ve seen this whole wide country over
I wanna find me a lady fair and tender
Then I ain’t comin’ back here anymore
Well, I’ll lay a joint upon your grave, sir
So Mister Sinby, can you hear me
And I tore down every prayer that she could say, boys
From New York City down to Mexico
Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains
My home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Then I ain’t comin’ back here anymore
She prayed for me both night and day, boys
Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Down there in Gracel, Louisana, oh
And I ain’t comin’ back here anymore
Well, I had me a mother that could pray, boys
Gonna lay her down in a bed of clover
Well, my home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains
