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Dolly Parton My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy

across the field so scared my lips was scaled To warn my mom to storm was on its way Now I knew I'd won the race when I'd see my mama's face And the way

My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter Something badly needed to brighten up the chores Seemed old Mrs. Bailey had accidentally

was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit Oh and Joe he was my man, the flower of

not that blind And I'm fed up with you feedin' me a line I'm fed up with you and the way that you do I used to love you now I change my mind And I'm fed

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

It wasn't very long ago We had a love few people know And everything was going oh so fine I trusted you, you trusted me The way that it's supposed to

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

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

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