Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

Blue Ridge Mountain Blues - Byron Parker/His Mountaineers

When I was young and in my prime

(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 got the blue ridge mountain blues

And I sat right here to say

My grip is packed to travel

And I'm back to ramble

To my blue ridge far away

I'm going to stay right by my pa

I'm going to do right by my ma

I'll hang around the cabin door

No work or worry anymore

I got the blue ridge mountain blues

Going to see my old oak tree

Gonna hunt the possum where

The corn cob blossom

In my blue ridge far away

Woo

I see a haze of snowy white

I see a window with light

I seem to hear them both sigh

Where is my wandrin boy tonight

I got the blue ridge mountain blues

And I stay right here to say

Every day I'm countin til I climb that mountain

In my blue ridge far away