Dolly Parton - 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
Oh, the men I meet ain't warm and friendly like the one in old Virginy
They ain't real like my blue ridge mountain boy.

Now I was just a little past eighteen when I came to New Orleans
I had never been beyond my home state line
Oh, there was a boy who loved me dearly but I broke his heart severely
When I left my blue ridge mountain boy.

Oh, life was dull in my hometown lights were out when the sun went down
So I thought city life was more my style little more my style
But nights get lonely away from home and it's easy to go wrong
No the men ain't kind like my blue ridge mountain boy.

New Orleans held things in store things I've never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
Oh, 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't ever go back home since the boy I loved is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he'd married last October but I never will get over
Oh, the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy.

Blue ridge mountain boy...