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There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside |
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Where I wandered when |
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I was a lad |
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And I wandered alone to the place |
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I call home |
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In those Blueridge hills far away |
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Oh I love those hills of old |
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VirginiaFrom those |
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Blueridge hills |
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I did roam |
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When I die won't you bury me on the mountain |
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Far away near my |
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Blueridge mountain home |
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Now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack |
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In those blue ridge hills far away |
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Where my mother and dad were laid there to rest |
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They are sleeping in peace together there |
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I return to that old cabin home with the sigh |
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I've been longing for days gone by |
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When I die won't you bury me on that old mountain side |
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Make my resting place upon the hills so high |