Lyrics:
When I was youngAnd in my prime (in my prime!)I left my home in CarolineNow all I do is sit and pineFor all those folks I left behindI got the Blue Ridge mountain bluesAnd I sat right here to say'My grip is packed to travelAnd I'm back to rambleTo my Blue Ridge far away.'I'm goin' to stay right by my PaI'm goin' to do right by my MaI'll hang around the cabin doorNo work or worry anymoreI got the Blue Ridge mountain bluesGoin' to see my old oak treeGonna hunt the possumWhere the corn cob blossomIn my Blue Ridge far awayWoo!I see a haze of snowy whiteI see a window with lightI seem to hear them both sigh'Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?'I got the Blue Ridge mountain bluesAnd I stay right here to say'Every day I'm countin''Til I climb that mountainIn my Blue Ridge far away.'