Blue Ridge Mountains - in Music

In Music

  • The song "Battle Born" by The Killers.
  • The bluegrass song "Blue Ridge Cabin Home" performed and recorded by many, including Flatt and Scruggs.
  • John Fogerty's first solo album, released in 1973, is called The Blue Ridge Rangers, and also contains a cover of "Blue Ridge Mountains Blues".
  • The song "Stonewall Jackson's Way"
  • The song "Blue Ridge Mountain Sky" by The Marshall Tucker Band.
  • The song "Blue Ridge" by Annuals.
  • The song "Blue Ridge Mountain Blues" by Earl Scruggs.
  • The symphonic band pieces "Blue Ridge Saga" by James Swearingen and "Blue Ridge Impressions" by Brian Balmages.
  • Song and album "My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy" by Dolly Parton.
  • Country-folk singer Townes van Zandt sang "My home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains" in the song "Blue Ridge Mountains".
  • The song "The Trail of the Lonesome Pine".
  • The song "Blue Ridge Laughing" by Carbon Leaf
  • The song "Blue Ridge Mountains" by Fleet Foxes.
  • The song "Take Me Home, Country Roads" by John Denver.
  • The concert band work "Blue Ridge Saga" by James Swearingen
  • The Clemson University Alma Mater opens with the line "Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness..." in reference to the school's location at foot of the mountains
  • The song "Levi" from Old Crow Medicine Show's fourth album Carry Me Back, about First Lt. Leevi Barnard, opens with the lines "Born up on the Blue Ridge/At the Caroline line/Baptized on the banks of the New River." Old Crow Medicine Show also mentioned their "Blue Ridge Mountain home" in the lyrics of their song Half Mile Down which appeared their 8th studio album released in 2012 Carry Me Back.

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