Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

(álbum: Pickin' The Blues - 1985)

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 those blue ridge mountain blues
And I'll stand right here and say
My grip is packed to travel and I'm scratching gravel
For the blue ridge far away

I can see two heads of snowy white
And in the window there's a light
It seems I can hear them both recite
Where is our wandering boy tonight

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 scratching gravel
For the blue ridge far away

I'm gonna do right by my walk
I'm gonna do right by my talk
I'll hang around the cabin door
No work or worry anymore

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 scratching gravel
For the blue ridge far away