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 Im back to ramble
To my blue ridge far away"
Im goin to stay right by my pa, Im goin to do right by my ma
Ill hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore
I got the blue ridge mountain blues, goin to see my old oak tree
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom
In my blue ridge far away
I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light
I seem to hear them both sigh, "Where is my wanderin' boy tonight? "
I got the blue ridge mountain blues and I stay right here to say
"Every day Im countin till I climb that mountain
In my blue ridge far away"