Song | My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy |
Artist | Dolly Parton |
Album | Dolly |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Parton | |
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 |
zuo ci : Parton | |
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 |
zuò cí : Parton | |
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 |