G                          D 
When I was young and in my prime 
                        G 
I left my home in Caro-line 
                         D 
Now all I do is sit and pine 
                              G 
For all those folks I left be-hind. 
 
 
                                 D 
I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues 
                           G 
And I stand right here to say 
                                      C 
My grip is packed to travel, and I'm scratchin'gravel 
         D               G 
To that Blue Ridge far A-way. 
 
 
 
 
I'm gonna stay right by my Pa 
I'm gonna do right by my Ma 
I'll hang around the cabin door 
No work, nor worry any more. 
 
 
I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues, 
Gonna see my old dog Tray 
Gonna hunt the 'possum , where the corn-tops blossom 
On the Blue Ridge far away.  
   
 
I see a window with a light 
I see two heads of snowy white 
It seems I hear them both recite 
"Where is my wandering boy tonight?" 
 
 
I've got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues 
And I stand right here to say 
Ev'ry day I'm countin', 'til I climb that mountain 
On the Blue Ridge far away.