Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

When I was young

And in my prime (in my prime!),

I left my home in

Caroline.Now all

I do is sit and pine,

For all those folks

I left behind.

I got the

Blue Ridge mountain blues,

And I sat right here to say,"My grip is packed to travel,And I'm back to ramble,To my Blue Ridge far away."

I'm goin' to stay right by my

Pa,I'm goin' to do right by my

Ma,I'll hang around the cabin door,

No work or worry anymore.

I got the

Blue Ridge mountain blues,

Goin' to see my old oak tree,

Gonna hunt the possum

Where the corn cob blossom,

In my Blue

Ridge far away.

Woo!I see a haze of snowy white,

I see a window with light,

I seem to hear them both sigh,"Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?"

I got the

Blue Ridge mountain blues,

And I stay right here to say,"Every day I'm countin''Til I climb that mountain,In my Blue Ridge far away."