Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

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When I was young and in my prime I left my home in Caroline.

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Now all I do is sit and pine for all those folks I left behind.

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I’ve got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues and I stand right here to say.

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My grip is packed to travel, and I’m scratching gravel to that Blue Ridge far away.

I’ll hang around the cabin door.No work, nor worry any more.

I’ve got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues, Gonna see my old dog Tray.

Gonna hunt the ‘possum, where the corn-tops blossom on the Blue Ridge far away.

I see a window with a light I see two heads of snowy white

It seems I hear them both recite “Where is my wandering boy tonight?”

I’ve got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues and I stand right here to say

Every day I’m counting, until I climb that mountain on the Blue Ridge far away.