(Traditional)
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When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
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I left my home in Caroline.
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Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind.
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I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, and I sat right here to say,
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"My grip is packed to travel, and I'm back to ramble,
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To my Blue Ridge far away."
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I'm goin' to stay right by my Pa, I'm goin' to do right by my Ma,
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I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore.
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I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree,
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Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom,
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In my Blue Ridge far away.
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Woo!
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I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light,
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I seem to hear them both sigh, "Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?"
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I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say,
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"Every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain,
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In my Blue Ridge far away."
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Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
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The Blue Ridge Rangers |