Blue ridge mountain blues de John Fogerty

When i was young
and in my prime (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 ;
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,
goin' to see my old oak tree,
gonna hunt the possum
where the corn cob blossom,
in my blue ridge far away.
woo
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,
in my blue ridge far ;