歌曲 | Blue Ridge Mountain Blues |
歌手 | Doc Watson |
专辑 | Pickin' the Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
When I was young and in my prime | |
I left my home in Caroline. | |
Now all I do is sit and pine | |
For all the folks I left behind. | |
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
And I'll stand right here to say | |
My grip is packed to travel and I'm scratching gravel | |
For the blue ridge far away | |
I see a window with a light | |
I see two heads of snowy white | |
I seem to hear those folks recite | |
Where is my wandering boy tonite | |
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
When the the sighing pine trees wave | |
And now I'm going to wander to the folks down yonder | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I know that when I return | |
There'll be a shindig in the barn | |
People from miles around will form | |
There'll be some fiddleing in the barn | |
I've got those blue ridge mounatin blues | |
And I can hear those hound dogs bay | |
And every day I'll be counting till I've found the mountain | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I'm gonna do right by my walk | |
I'm gonna do right by my talk | |
I'll hang around the cabin door | |
No work or worry anymore | |
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
Gonna hear my old dog Trey | |
We're gonna hunt the possum where the corn top blossoms | |
On the blue ridge far away |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
When I was young and in my prime | |
I left my home in Caroline. | |
Now all I do is sit and pine | |
For all the folks I left behind. | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
And I' ll stand right here to say | |
My grip is packed to travel and I' m scratching gravel | |
For the blue ridge far away | |
I see a window with a light | |
I see two heads of snowy white | |
I seem to hear those folks recite | |
Where is my wandering boy tonite | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
When the the sighing pine trees wave | |
And now I' m going to wander to the folks down yonder | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I know that when I return | |
There' ll be a shindig in the barn | |
People from miles around will form | |
There' ll be some fiddleing in the barn | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mounatin blues | |
And I can hear those hound dogs bay | |
And every day I' ll be counting till I' ve found the mountain | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I' m gonna do right by my walk | |
I' m gonna do right by my talk | |
I' ll hang around the cabin door | |
No work or worry anymore | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
Gonna hear my old dog Trey | |
We' re gonna hunt the possum where the corn top blossoms | |
On the blue ridge far away |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
When I was young and in my prime | |
I left my home in Caroline. | |
Now all I do is sit and pine | |
For all the folks I left behind. | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
And I' ll stand right here to say | |
My grip is packed to travel and I' m scratching gravel | |
For the blue ridge far away | |
I see a window with a light | |
I see two heads of snowy white | |
I seem to hear those folks recite | |
Where is my wandering boy tonite | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
When the the sighing pine trees wave | |
And now I' m going to wander to the folks down yonder | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I know that when I return | |
There' ll be a shindig in the barn | |
People from miles around will form | |
There' ll be some fiddleing in the barn | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mounatin blues | |
And I can hear those hound dogs bay | |
And every day I' ll be counting till I' ve found the mountain | |
On the blue ridge far away | |
I' m gonna do right by my walk | |
I' m gonna do right by my talk | |
I' ll hang around the cabin door | |
No work or worry anymore | |
I' ve got those blue ridge mountain blues | |
Gonna hear my old dog Trey | |
We' re gonna hunt the possum where the corn top blossoms | |
On the blue ridge far away |