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Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
When I was young and in my prime,
I left my home in Caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine,
For all those folks I left behind.
Chorus:
I got them Blue Ridge mountain blues,
And I sit right here and say,
"My grip is packed to travel,
And I'm scratchin' gravel,
To my Blue Ridge far away."
I'm gonna stay right by my Pa,
I'm goin' to do right by my Ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door,
No work or worry anymore.
Repeat Chorus
I see a haze of snowy white,
I see a window with a light,
I seem to hear my folks recite,
"Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?"
Repeat Chorus
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