Get down boy, go back home,
Back to the girl you love,
Treat her right never wrong,
How mountain girls can love.
Riding the night in a high cold wind,
On the trail of that old lonesome pine,
Thinking of you, feeling so blue,
Wondering why I left you behind.
Remember the night we strolled down the lane?
Our hearts were gay and happy then,
You whispered to me as I held you tight,
You hoped that night would never end.
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