Текст песни Bill Monroe - Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
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Blue Ridge Mountain Blues - Bill Monro(Album: Bluegrass Special [Decca]; Monroe)When I was young in my primeI left my home in CarolineNow all I do is sit and pineFor all the folks I left behindI`ve got those blue ridge mountain bluesAnd I stand right theere to sayMy grip is packed to travelAnd I`m scratching gravelFor that blue ridge far awayI`m gonna stay right by my maI`m gonna do right by my paLay around the cabin doorNo work on worry anymoreI`ve got those blue ridge mountain bluesWhat to see my old day trayWhat to hunt the possomWhere the corn top blossomOn that blue ridge far awayI see a window with the lightI see two heads of snowly whiteIt seems I can hear them both reciteWhere is my wondering boy tonightI`m got those blue ridge mountain bluesAnd I stand right here to sayEvery day I`m countaingStill I crimb that mountainOh, that blue ridge far away