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Verse 1 (8 lines) I was raised where the wild ridge meets the sky, Where the blackbirds call and the foxes fly. Fiddle on the doorstep, banjo by the fire, Old hill songs lifting every heart higher. Papa said, “Boy, let your feet stay light,” And I danced those trails from morn till night. Dust in my boots and a dream in hand— That’s the life of a ridge top ramblin’ man. Chorus I’m a ridge top ramblin’, quick-step scramblin’, Banjo-ringin’, never-standin’ still kind of man. When the fiddle starts cryin’ and the moon starts risin’, I’ll be runnin’ those hills just as fast as I can. Verse 2 (8 lines) Creek water crystal as a new day’s birth, Songs grow tall from this mountain earth. Mandolin chopping like a steady drum, Keeping time for the trails I run. Mama said, “Son, let your heart stay true,” And the hills keep telling me what to do. Hear that whistle? That’s my plan— The call of a ridge top ramblin’ man. Bridge If the night turns cold and the wind blows wrong, The hills still carry my wandering song. Final Chorus I’m a ridge top ramblin’, quick-step scramblin’, Banjo-ringin’, never-standin’ still kind of man. When the fiddle starts cryin’ and the moon starts risin’, I’ll be runnin’ those hills just as fast as I can.
