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 to say

My grip is packed to travel and I'm scratching gravel

For the blue ridge far away



I see a window with a light

I see two heads of snowy white

I seem to hear those folks recite

Where is my wandering boy tonite



I've got those blue ridge mountain blues

When the the sighing pine trees wave

And now I'm going to wander to the folks down yonder

On the blue ridge far away



I know that when I return

There'll be a shindig in the barn

People from miles around will form

There'll be some fiddleing in the barn



I've got those blue ridge mounatin blues

And I can hear those hound dogs bay

And every day I'll be counting till I've found the mountain

On 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

Gonna hear my old dog Trey

We're gonna hunt the possum where the corn top blossoms

On the blue ridge far away