—The Hill Billies, 1926
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
I want to hear those hound dogs bay
I want to hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom
In that Blue Ridge far away
I see a window with a light
I see two heads of snowy white
I seems to hear them both recite
Where is my wandering boy tonight
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
I want to hear those hound dogs bay
I'm gonna hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom
In that Blue Ridge far away
I'll always do right by my Ma
I'll always do right by my Pa
I'll hang around that cabin door
No work, no worry anymore
I've got them Blue Ridge Mountain blues
And I stand right here and say
My grip is packed to travel and I'll be scratchin' gravel
For that Blue Ridge far away
Bill Clifton's Lyrics:
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 them Blue Ridge Mountain blues
And I stand right here to say
My grip is packed to travel and I'm scratchin' gravel
For that Blue Ridge far away
I'm gonna stay right by my Pa
And I'm gonna do right by my Ma
I'll hang around that cabin door
No work or worry anymore
I've got them Blue Ridge Mountain blues
Gonna see my old dog Trey
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn tops blossom
On that Blue Ridge far away
Now I see a window with a light
I see two heads of snowy white
I 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
Every day I'm counting 'til I reach that mountain
On that blue ridge far away
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