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In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia Stood a cow on the railroad tracks. She was a good old cow, with eyes so kind, But you can’t expect a cow to read a railroad sign. So she stood. in the middle of the track, And a train, hit her right in the back. Now her bones are in the mountains of Virginia And her tail’s on a lonesome spine.
THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS OF VTRGINA In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgina Stood a cow on the railroad track She was a nice old cow with her eyes so kind But you can't expect a cow to read a rail road sign. So the old cow stood on the railroad track Till a train came along and hit her in the back Now her horns are in the mountains of Virginia
In the blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome pine Stood a pretty little cow, a pretty little kine But you can't expect a cow to read a railroad sign. Now her bones are in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginai And her tail's on the lonesome pine. Recorded by Hal "Lone" Pine and his Mountaineers with Betty Cody @country ...
In the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia. On the trail of the lonesome pine, Stood a pretty little cow, a prettly little kine, But you can't expect a cow to read a railroad sign. Now her bones are in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia And her tail's on the lonesome pine.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginny Stood a cow on the railroad track She was a nice old cow, with horns so fine But you can't expect a cow to read a railroad sign---The train come a-chuggin' along the track And hit her Smack! In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginny where we get butter, eggnog, cottage cheese, sour cream...
by Laurel & Hardy. Album: Way Out West ( 1913) Charted: 2. License This Song . songfacts ®. In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. On the trail of the lonesome Pine. In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine. Where you carved your name and I carved mine. Oh, you - like the mountains are blue. Like the pine - I am lonesome for you.
Jun 29, 2016 · [Verse 1] On a mountain in Virginia stand a lonesome pine, Just below is the cabin home, Of a little girl of mine. Her name is June, and very, very, soon, She’ll belong to me, For I know she’s waiting there for me, ‘Neath that lone pine tree. [Refrain] In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, On the trail of the lonesome pine.
