Carry Me Back To The Mountains - Carson Robison
"I think this was just a product of Carson's imagination and had nothing to do with his background. His background was that of a boy raised in Cheopta, Kansas, son of the one-time champion fiddler and dance-caller of the Sunflower state. He was a railroader and a moving spirit in the colorful Oklahoma and Texas oil fields by turn. His major interest, however, continued to be that of his boyhood, singing and whistling the old time songs to his own guitar accompaniment, and his boyish attempts at songwriting. Carson later was known as 'Granddaddy of Hillbilly Music' as it was inelegantly called in those days. He was the forerunner of them all."
— Mrs. Catherine
Robison
Carry me back to the mountains
Carry me back to the mountains
I get so lonesome and weary
Iwas a wild careless yongster
I caught a train at the crossing
Back neath the southern sky
Lay me to rest in the mountains
There's where my sweetheart lies
No matter where I roam
So carry me back to the mountains
Back to my home sweet home
Longing to roam from the start
I left my home in the mountains
And broke my poor darling's heart
And never told her goodbye
Then someone wrote me a letter
And told me my sweetheart had died
