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

I got the blue ridge mountain blues and I sat right here to say

My grip is packed to travel and Im back to ramble

To my blue ridge far away

Im goin to stay right by my pa Im goin to do right by my ma

I'll hang around the cabin door no work or worry anymore

I got the blue ridge mountain blues goin to see my old oak tree

Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom

In my blue ridge far away

Woo

I see a haze of snowy white I see a window with light

I seem to hear them both sigh where is my wandrin boy tonight

I got the blue ridge mountain blues and I stay right here to say

Every day I'm countin til I climb that mountain

In my blue ridge far away

I got the blue ridge mountain blues goin to see my old oak tree

Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom

In my blue ridge far away