Blue Ridge

I was out on your road tonight

Drinking, real good time

Heading out on the frozen north

For the Mason-Dixon line

I pulled off at sunrise

And I stopped up on some bridge

And look out on the Blue Ridge

I could hear the echoes

Tumbling down the gaps

Cannon fire and musket shots

And someone playing taps

A hundred fifty years ago

I was a Yankee in some ditch

Fighting for the Blue Ridge

Tryna take your Blue Ridge

Could it be up, Virginia?

Carolina, Caroline

Set me down in Georgia

Right on time

From the Shenandoah

All the way to Tennessee

The fearsome Haliwa warlords

The mighty Cherokee

They help these ancient misty hills

With a willful iron fist

All along your Blue Ridge

All along your Blue Ridge

Yeah