When I was young and in my prime
I left my home in Caroline
Now all I do is sit and pine
For all the folks I left behind
I’ve got them Blue Ridge Mountain blues
And I stand right here and say
My grip is packed to travel and I’m scratchin’ gravel
For that Blue Ridge far away
Well I’m gonna 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 them Blue Ridge Mountain blues
Gonna see my old dog Trey
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