Where The Broad River Runs

I’m leavin’ the lowlands, and this troubled life behind,
Workin’ just to live another day,
I’ll take to the mountains, across the Shenandoah Valley,
And in those Blue Ridge hills I’m bound to stay.

I’ll build a little cabin, in the shadow of a mountain,
Where my love and I will settle down,
Livin’ free and easy, as the autumn breeze relieves me,
You know that I’ll make due or do without.

All I need is a fiddle and a loaded whiskey jar,
And a barefoot girl to help me still my mind,
Play a tune so sad and sweet, as the evenin’ sun retreats,
Where the broad river runs into the night.

Where the broad river runs…

All I need is a fiddle and a loaded whiskey jar,
And a barefoot girl to help me still my mind,
Play a tune so sad and sweet, as the evenin’ sun retreats,
Where the broad river runs into the night.

Where the broad river runs into the night.
Where the broad river runs into the night.