Blue Ridge Mountain Blues - Bill Monroe, Blue Grass Boys

When I was young in my prime\nI left my home in Caroline\nNow all I do is sit and pine\nFor all the folks I left behind\nI’ve got those blue ridge mountain blues\nAnd I stand right theere to say\nMy grip is packed to travel\nAnd I’m scratching gravel\nFor that blue ridge far away\nI’m gonna stay right by my ma\nI’m gonna do right by my pa\nLay around the cabin door\nNo work on worry anymore\nI’ve got those blue ridge mountain blues\nWhat to see my old day tray\nWhat to hunt the possom\nWhere the corn top blossom\nOn that blue ridge far away\nI see a window with the light\nI see two heads of snowly white\nIt seems I can hear them both recite\nWhere is my wondering boy tonight\nI’m got those blue ridge mountain blues\nAnd I stand right here to say\nEvery day I’m countaing\nStill I crimb that mountain\nOh, that blue ridge far away