Blue Ridge Mountain Blues — текст песни (Bill Monroe)

Blue Ridge Mountain Blues - Bill Monro
(Album: Bluegrass Special [Decca]; Monroe)


When I was young 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 stand right theere to say
My grip is packed to travel
And I`m scratching gravel
For that blue ridge far away

I`m gonna stay right by my ma
I`m gonna do right by my pa
Lay around the cabin door
No work on worry anymore
I`ve got those blue ridge mountain blues
What to see my old day tray
What to hunt the possom
Where the corn top blossom
On that blue ridge far away

I see a window with the light
I see two heads of snowly white
It seems I can hear them both recite
Where is my wondering boy tonight
I`m got those blue ridge mountain blues
And I stand right here to say
Every day I`m countaing
Still I crimb that mountain
Oh, that blue ridge far away