| Blue Ridge Mountain Blues |
| Earle Scruggs with 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." |
| Solo(Fiddle) |
| I'm goin' to stay right by my Pa, I'm goin' to 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 oak old tree, |
| Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom, |
| In my Blue Ridge far away. |
| Every Now! |
| Solo(Dobro) |
| I see a haze of snowy white, @@ I see a window with light, |
| I seem to hear them both sigh, "Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?" |
| I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, @ and I stay right @here @to say, |
| "Every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain, |
| Ά³έΓ¨έΓ¨Ω |
| In my Blue Ridge far away." |
| I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, gonna see my oak old tree, |
| Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom, |
| In my Blue Ridge far away. |
| Solo(Banjo & Fiddle & Dobro)EEEEEEEEEEEEnding |