| Lyrics: | Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there
I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord, I been all
around this world.
Lulu, my Lulu come and open the door.
Lulu, my Lulu come and open
the door.
Before I have to walk in with my old 'forty-four'.
Oh Lord, I been all around this
world.
Mama and Papa, little sister makes three.
Mama and Papa, little sister makes
three.
They're comin' in the mornin'; that's the last you'll see of me.
Oh Lord, I been all
around this world.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang
me, so I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind your hangin', boys but you wait in jail so
long.
Oh Lord, I been all around this world.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll
take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my
shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh Lord, I been all around this world. |
