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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
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
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
Like the one in old Virginie 
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy 
I was just a little past eighteen 
When I came to New Orleans 
I'd
and friendly 
Like the one in old Virginie 
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy 
I was just a little past eighteen 
When I came to New Orleans
by my Ma
I'm gonna do right by my Pa
Lay around the cabin door
No work on worry anymore
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
What to see my
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall

Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a mason jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as a dirt road, fence row,
oak tree.
That's old fashioned.
That's the way love should be.

We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth at the ice cream parlor
Where we play
to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring
oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be

We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where we play
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]


Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
that's real 
And I feel like I'm goin' home
'Neath the shade of an oak 
Down by the river 
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails spinnin' tails
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby

A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
They took old Danny Boy for a ride
From the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters
By the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry
in the old oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be

We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where
of gold
Runs a river of death indeed
An old hotel serves as a
Shelter for children
Of the street

Abandoned by the promised land
Set sail on your own
feel like I'm goin' home

And in the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails, spinnin' tails
And fishin' for whales
With
passed along

But this oak has grown old wither-wrung
It threatens to fall
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say

On your tip toes
Of something so real
Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
You see an old man and a boy

They're setting sails,
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby

A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
Old gray fence, tar chip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's
but the boy just turned wrong
Now I can still see the flowers down by that old oak tree
And it looks like there's room beside him just enough room for
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing