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When i was young and in my prime (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, for all those folks i left behind. |
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I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and i sat right here to say, |
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"my grip is packed to travel, and i'm back to ramble, |
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To my blue ridge far away." |
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I'm goin' to stay right by my pa, i'm goin' to do right by my ma, |
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I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore. |
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I got the blue ridge mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree, |
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Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom, |
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In my blue ridge far away. |
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Woo! |
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I see a haze of snowy white, i see a window with light, |
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I seem to hear them both sigh, "where is my wand'rin boy tonight?" |
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I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and i stay right here to say, |
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"every day i'm countin' 'til i climb that mountain, |
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In my blue ridge far away." |
