Born upon the blue ridge, at the Carolina line
Baptized on the banks of the new river
Brought upon blue grass and clear moon shine
And tough as iron but a heart soft as leather

Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down
Ten thousand miles from a southern town
Oh, Levi

Like a fire on a mountain, running wild with no states
Playing Knights of the Golden Horseshoe
And Indian raids
Now it's parachutes and combat boots
And camouflaged airplanes
And a country boy who don't belong
In the desert anyways

Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down
Ten thousand miles from a southern town
Oooooooh, Levi

Well the sandbox sure gets lonesome
And it's a hundred and nine degrees
Singing carry my back to Virginia
Lord I'm down here on my knees
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