Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I’ll take my stand Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I’ll take my stand With a rifle on my shoulder, sixshooter in my hand I’ve been all around this world 
Hang me, oh hang me, so I’ll be dead and gone,(x2) It’s not the hangin’ that I mind, it’s layin’ in jail so long, 
Lulu, my Lulu, now come and open the door,(x2) Before I have to walk on in with my old forty-four, 
Mama and Papa, baby sister make three,(x2) They’ll walk me down to the gallows, boys, that’s the last they’ll see of me, 
Working on the new railroad, mud up to my knees,(x2) Working for old John Henry, boys, and he’s mighty hard to please, 
If you meet a rich girl, send her on down the line,(x2) If you meet a poor gal, I’ll bet she’s a friend of mine, 
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