| When I was young and in my prime
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| I left my home in Caroline
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| Now all I do is sit and pine
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| For all those folks I left behind
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| I’ve got those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
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| And I stand right here to say
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| My grip is packed to travel and I’m scratching gravel
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| For that Blue Ridge far away
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| Well I’m gonnna stay right by my Pa
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| And I’m gonna do right by my Ma
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| I’ll hang around that cabin door
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| No work or worry anymore
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| I’ve got those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
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| Gonna see my old dog trained
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| Gonna hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom
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| On that Blue Ridge far away
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| Now I see a window with a light
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| I see two heads of snowy white
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| It seems I hear them both recite
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| Where is my wandering boy tonight
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| I’ve got those Blue Ridge Mountain blues
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| And I stand right here to say
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| Every day I’m counting 'til I find that mountain
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| On that blue ridge far away |