Come with me, my city girl, to my home up in the hills.
Iíve never loved another girl, and I know I never will.
Your father tells you not to go. He canít 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, donít leave your city world,
When all the while heís been in love with his own mountain girl.
Your sister tells you not to go. But you donít hear her say,
If she could have me for herself sheíd gladly take your place.
You wonít miss your city lights, your boulevards and fountains,
When you see your first sunrise in the Great Smoky Mountains.
You wonít 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.