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Текст (слова) песни: John Fogerty - Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
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 Im back to ramble,
To my blue ridge far away."
Im goin to stay right by my pa, Im goin to do right by my ma,
Ill 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 wandrin boy tonight? "
I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say,
"every day Im countin til I climb that mountain,
In my blue ridge far away."
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