Blue Ridge

I was out on the road tonight making real good time

Heading out of the frozen north for the Mason-Dixon line

I pulled off at sunrise and I stopped up on some bridge

And looked out on the Blue Ridge

I could hear the echoes tumbling down the gaps

Cannon firing, musket shots and someone playing Taps

150 years ago I was a Yankee in some ditch

Fighting for the Blue Ridge

Trying to take the Blue Ridge

Pick me up in Virginia, carry me to Carolina

Set me down in Georgia right on time

From the Shenandoah, all the way to Tennessee

The fearsome Haliwa warlords, the mighty Cherokee

They held these ancient misty hills

With a willful iron fist all along the Blue Ridge

All along the Blue Ridge

Yeah!