Blue Ridge Mountain Blues Lyrics
| Song | Blue Ridge Mountain Blues |
| Artist | Doc Watson |
| Album | Pickin' the Blues |
| Download | 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 |
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