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!