| Lyrics: | (Traditional)
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 stand 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." |
