| A | E | |
| When I was young and in my prime |
| A | |
| I left my home in carolin | e |
| E | |
| Now all I do is sit and cr | y |
| A | |
| For all the folks i've left behin | d |
| Chorus |
| A | E | |
| I've got the blue ridge mountain blue | s |
| A | |
| I gonna stand right here and sin | g |
| My mule is packed for travel, |
| D | |
| and I'm | scratching gravel |
| A | E | A | |
| for the | blue ridge | far aw | ay |
| Verse 2 |
| I see a window with a light |
| And I see two heads snowy white |
| I seem to hear them both recite |
| Where is our wanderin' boy tonight |
| Chorus 2 |
| I've got the blue ridge mountain blues |
| I gonna see my old dog Tre |
| I'm gonna hunt the possum |
| Where the corn tops bloosom |
| On the blue ridge far away |
| Verse 3 |
| I'm gonna stay right by my ma |
| And i'm gonna do right by my pa |
| I'm gonna stay by my front door |
| With no work or worry anymore |
| Chorus 3 |
| I've got the blue ridge mountain blues |
| Im gonna stand right here and say |
| Cause everyday i'm counting till |
| I reach those mounatins |
| On the blue ridge far away |