Get down boys, go back home
back to the girls you love.
Treat her right, never wrong
how mountain gals can love.
Riding in the night in the high cold wind,
on the trail of that old lonesome pine.
Thinkin' of you and feeling so blue,
wondering why I left you behind.
(to chorus)
Remember the night when we strolled down the lane
our hearts were gay and happy then
you whispered to me as I held you close
I hope this night will never end.