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.

CH. I've got those Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
And I'll stand right here and say--
My grip is packed to travel, and I'm scratchin' gravel
For that Blue Ridge far Away.

I see a window with a light
I see two heads of snowy white;
I seem to hear them both recite:
"O where is our wandering boy tonight?"

Ch. I've got those Blue Ridge Mountain Blues,
And I'll stand right here and say--
Every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain
On the Blue Ridge far away.

I'm gonna do right by my Ma:
I'm gonna stay right by my Pa;
I'm gonna hang around that cabin door--
No work, no worry any more.

Ch. I've got those Blue Ridge Mountain Blues,'
I'm gonna see my old dog Tray.
And we will hunt the 'possum where the corn-tops blossom
On the Blue Ridge far away.

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