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Come with me, my city girl, to my home up in the hills.
I’ve never loved another girl, and I know I never will.
Your father tells you not to go. He can’t understand
How a gentle city girl could love a mountain man.
Your mother tells you not to go, but if you only knew:
She loved a mountain man like me when she was young like you.
Your brother tells you not to go, don’t leave your city world,
When all the while he’s been in love with his own mountain girl.
Your sister tells you not to go. But you don’t hear her say,
If she could have me for herself she’d gladly take your place.
You won’t miss your city lights, your boulevards and fountains,
When you see your first sunrise in the Great Smoky Mountains.
You won’t miss your crystal glass or your imported wine
When you taste your first tin cup of Tennessee moonshine.
So come with me, my city girl, to my home up in the hills.
You know you love your mountain man, and you know you always will.
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