Blue Ridge
BOB SEGER
I was out on the road
Tonight makin' real good time
Headin' 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 your Blue Ridge
I could hear the echoes
Tumblin' down the gaps
Cannon fire and musket shots
And someone playin' taps
A hundred fifty years ago I was
A Yankee in some ditch
Fightin' for your Blue Ridge
Tryin' to take your Blue Ridge
Lift me up Virginia, carry me to Caroline
Set me down in Georgia right on time
From the Shenandoah all the way to Tennessee
The fearsome highland warlords
The mighty Cherokee
They held these ancient misty hills
With a willful iron fist
All along your Blue Ridge
All along your Blue Ridge (yeah)