Doc Watson - Blue Ridge Mountain Blues 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 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