BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN HOME

There's a well-beaten path in this old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wander alone to the place that I call home
In those Blue Ridge hills far away.

Chorus: Oh, I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blue Ridge hills I did roam
When I die, won't you bury me in the mountains
Far away in my Blue Ridge mountain home

Now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack
In those Blue Ridge hills far away
My mother and dad were laid there to rest
They are sleeping in peace together there.

I return to that old cabin home with a sigh
I've been longing for days gone by
When I die, bury me on that old mountainside
Make my resting place on the hills so high.