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