| Song | My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy |
| Artist | Dolly Parton |
| Album | Dolly |
| 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 |
| 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 |