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Get to thinking about old Virginia, in those hills forever I'll stay Apple trees and rolling greens, won't you take me home someday? And I would drive my last mile just to see that Blue Ridge one more time Looking down across that mountainside, home is on my mind Well, home is on my mind Winding roads take 'em slow All day to get there, nowhere else to go River's high, water's warm too Might as well jump in, we got nothing else to do Get to thinking about old Virginia, in those hills forever I'll stay Apple trees and rolling greens, won't you take me home someday? And I would drive my last mile just to see that Blue Ridge one more time Looking down across that mountainside, home is on my mind Well, home is on my mind Hear that banjo in them old time hills Mandolin ringing through that moonshine still Down in the holler where the sun it don't shine Brighter than a fire on a dark and cloudy night And I would drive my last mile just to see that Blue Ridge one more time Looking down across that mountainside, home is on my mind Well, home is on my mind From Letras Mania