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