Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

When I was young and 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’ve got those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
   And I stand right here to say
   My grip is packed to travel and I’m scratching gravel
   For that Blue Ridge far away

Well I’m gonnna stay right by my Pa
And I’m gonna do right by my Ma
I’ll hang around that cabin door
No work or worry anymore

   I’ve got those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
   Gonna see my old dog trained
   Gonna hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom
   On that Blue Ridge far away

Now 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 those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
   And I stand right here to say
   Every day I’m counting ’til I find that mountain
   On that blue ridge far away