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 the folks I left behind

I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain blues

On the blue ridge far away

My grip is packed to travel and I'll scratch the gravel

To the Blue Ridge far away

I see two heads of snowy white

I see your window with a light

I seem to hear them both say

Where is my wandering boy tonight

I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain blues

I can hear those hound dogs bay

My grip is packed to travel and I'll scratch the gravel

To the Blue Ridge far away

I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain blues

I can hear those hound dogs bay

I'll hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom

In the Blue Ridge far away