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've got the Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
And I stand right here to say
My grip is packed to travel, and I'm scratchin'gravel
To that Blue Ridge far Away

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