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Blueridge hills far away



   Oh I love those hills of old Virginia

   From those Blueridge hills I did roam

   When I die won't you bury me

time
Tryna save a little money
To keep my love alive
To keep my love alive

So let's sip a little moonshine
By a blue-ridge mountain stream
Oh, babe,

A Far Cry

Kane's River

Same River Twice

2003

a far cry from here to Virginia
But I've crawled every inch of that ground
My teardrops fall like rain on the roof
Of that blueridge home where I'm

Upon the Blueridge Mountains
There I'll take my stand
Upon the Blueridge Mountains
There I'll take my stand
A rifle on my shoulder
six shooter in my

Cincinnati Jail

Bobby Bare

Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

1969

my Blueridge Mountain home sweet home
I could see the light of day 
I could while the time away
On the mornin' the government gave me to live on
Oh

Blueridge to Cattail
On the prairie
From fly over country back to Mississippi
I said, "go , man you go"

But you raise me twenty
I'm raising you five-
hundred

Flying up to BlueRidge Mountain 
Shout out to my new accountants 
All the money we keep counting 
All these bitches they keep crowding me 
Im in Atlanta

I fell in love with your curves
Your honeysuckle vines and turns
Along your blue-ridge back
Ground sank and cracked
We swayed in the hemlock trees

Put me way up in the Blueridge Smoke 
Down to Peggy's Creek in Whiteside Cove 
Can't fix the love I broke or let it go 
Take me down to Charleston

you headin' to?

Tearing down the rocks since noon, he drove out of the plain
The clouds piled up like Blue-ridge mountains, tall before the rain
He

song  

Well I met him at the Blueridge Bar

Two lovers fell fast and hard

He made a pawn shop promise to never be untrue

what you been doing lately is different
Blueridge needed this
There's a lot of oversized rated rappers
And you're someone different
Ever since we've

The highway hangs over the Blueridge
Like a strand of limp spaghetti
Slurped down by my windshield
In a metamorphic feast
Toward a storage locker

of town
To a station by a Blueridge mine
Tonight that son-of-a-bitch is gonna light his cigar
With the help of hellfire
 
Well, there's Lightning