Bluestone Mountain

Bm A If you travel through the hills of West Virginia Em F# Bm Down to where the Greenbriar winds Bm A Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain Em F# Bm And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’ D A Some say it’s the wind through the canyon Em F# As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines D A Some say it’s the sound of the river Em F# Bm But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’ Bm A Cora lived alone on Bluestone Mountain Em F# Bm With a little blond haired boy there by her side Bm A The bloody civil war made her a widow Em F# Bm And little Jacob was her life-blood and her pride D A Some say it’s the wind through the canyon Em F# As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines D A Some say it’s the sound of the river Em F# Bm But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’ Bm A Sometimes I wonder if God watches Em F# Bm And sometimes life can turn in cruel ways Bm A ‘Cause on a cold autumn day in late October Em F# Bm Little Jacob wandered in Scott Hollow Cave Bm A Now the caves of West Virginia run forever Em F# Bm Like a maze of black ribbon through the ground Bm A Cora went to search for little Jacob Em F# Bm Neither Jake or Cora would be found D A Some say it’s the wind through the canyon Em F# As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines D A Some say it’s the sound of the river Em F# Bm But I say it’s just Cora Jones a cryin’’ Bm A If you travel through the hills of West Virginia Em F# Bm Down to where the Greenbriar winds Bm A Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain Em F# Bm And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’