Blue Ridge Mountains

Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand
Lord Lord Lord, all around this world

Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand
Lord Lord Lord, all around this world.

She took me to her parlor she cooled me with her fan
She took me to her parlor and cooled me with her fan
whispered low in her mammy’s ear I love that gambling man
Lord Lord Lord, all around this world

Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone
I don't mind your hangin', boys but you’ll lay in jail so long
Lord Lord Lord, all around this world

When you see a rich girl pass her down the line
When you see a rich girl pass her down the line
when you see a poor girl just ask her to be mine
Lord, Lord Lord, all around this world

Papa and mama and little sister makes three
Papa and mama, little sister makes three
They take me to the gallows, boys, that's the end you'll see of me
Lord, Lord Lord, all around this world

Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand
Rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand
Lord, Lord Lord, all around this world

Traditional, adapted and arranged by Derroll Adams
(as it appears on the album Feelin' Fine)

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