My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy (1982) Dolly Parton

[Verse 1]
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 Virginie
No, they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain Boy

[Verse 2]
Oh, I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
I had never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy there, he loved me dearly
But I broke his heart severely
When I left my Blue Ridge Mountain boy

[Verse 3]
Oh, but life was dull in my hometown
Lights were out when the sun went down
And so I thought that city life was more my style
Just a little 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

[Verse 4]
And New Orleans held things in store
Things I'd 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