My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy — текст песни (Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home
The men I meet ain`t warm and friendly
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain`t real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
I`d never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy who loved me dearly
But I broke his heart severely
When I left my Blue Ridge Mountain boy

Life was dull in my hometown
Lights were out when the sun went down
And I thought that city life was more my style
But nights get lonely away from home
And it`s easy to go wrong
The men ain`t kind like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy

New Orleans held things in store
Things I`d never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
But late at night when all is still
I can hear a whippoorwill
As I cry for my Blue Ridge Mountain boy

Oh but I can never go back home
Since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married last October
But I never will get over
Oh the sweet love of my Blue Ridge Mountain boy

Blue Ridge Mountain boy