Karaoké Blue Ridge Mountain Blues John Fogerty

When I was young and in my prime

I left my home in Caroline

Now all I do is sit and pine for all those folks I left behind

I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues 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

I'm gonna stay right by my Pa

I'm gonna do right by my Ma

I'll hang around the cabin door

No work or worry anymore

I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues

Gonna see my old oak tree

Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom in my Blue Ridge far away

Wooh

I see a haze of snowy white

I see a window with light

I seem to hear them both a-sigh where is my wanderin' boy tonight

I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues and I stand right here to say

Every day I'm countin' 'till I climb that mountain in my Blue Ridge far away