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When I was young |
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And in my prime (in my prime!), |
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I left my home in |
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Caroline.Now all |
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I do is sit and pine, |
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For all those folks |
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I left behind. |
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I got the |
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Blue Ridge mountain blues, |
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And I sat right here to say,"My grip is packed to travel,And I'm back to ramble,To my Blue Ridge far away." |
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I'm goin' to stay right by my |
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Pa,I'm goin' to do right by my |
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Ma,I'll hang around the cabin door, |
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No work or worry anymore. |
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I got the |
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Blue Ridge mountain blues, |
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Goin' to see my old oak tree, |
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Gonna hunt the possum |
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Where the corn cob blossom, |
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In my Blue |
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Ridge far away. |
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Woo!I see a haze of snowy white, |
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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 |
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Blue Ridge mountain blues, |
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And I stay right here to say,"Every day I'm countin''Til I climb that mountain,In my Blue Ridge far away." |