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