John Hartford - Blue ridge cabin home

There's a ^Awell beaten path on this ^Dold mountainside Where I ^Ewandered when I was a ^Alad There I wandered alone to the ^Dplace I call home In those B^Elue ridge hills far a^Away

Oh I^A love those hills of old Virg^Dinia From those B^Elue ridge hills I did r^Aoam When I die won't you bury me on the ^Dmountain Far aw^Eay near my Blue ridge mountain ^Ahome

Now my thoughts wander back to the r^Damshackle shack In those b^Elue ridge hills far aw^Aay Where my mother and dad were l^Daid there to rest They´re sl^Eeeping in peace together t^Ahere

Oh I^A love those hills of old Virg^Dinia From those B^Elue ridge hills I did r^Aoam When I die won't you bury me on the ^Dmountain Far aw^Eay near my Blue ridge mountain ^Ahome

I return to that old cabin ^Dhome with the sigh I've been ^Elonging for days gone ^Aby When I die won't you bury me on that ^Dold mountain side In those B^Elue ridge hills far a^Away

Oh I^A love those hills of old Virg^Dinia From those B^Elue ridge hills I did r^Aoam When I die won't you bury me on the ^Dmountain Far aw^Eay near my Blue ridge mountain ^Ahome