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 want to find me a lady fair and tender
Want to 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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Townes Van Zandt