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There is a ridge of blue
on the early morning line
Where the coal trains roll
and the mountain rivers wind
We cut our teeth
on the rocky hills and clay
Watching the shadows
of the valley fade away
And that old Clinch Mountain's standing tall and proud
Far away from any bustling city crowd
Oh,
Southwest Virginia, you hold my home and heart
Where the dogwood blooms and the heavy timber starts
No matter where
my travelling boots may roam
Those blue-mist ridges will always call me home (always call
me home)
We spent our nights
by the crackling hickory wood
Learning how to live
and to love the way we should
From Tazewell down to the Abingdon town square
You can feel the history hanging in the air
Oh,
Southwest Virginia, you hold my home and heart
Where the dogwood blooms and the heavy timber starts
No matter where
my travelling boots may roam
Those blue-mist ridges
will always call me home
(always call me
home)
And when the autumn breeze
begins to blow It paints the mountain pines
in a golden glow
I hear the banjo ring
across the creek
And the simple truth
of the words we
speak
Those blue-mist ridges... (call me home) Yeah,
they call me home