A pocket of clouds catch the Blue Ridge The summits are quilted in ice Tomorrow you don't have to work much It's been a long night There's a highball glass on your table By the letter you've kept for a while An open invitation When you need a smile To save the blues and darker hues for Monday We'll find us a good time some way Oh and heaven knows your trouble's over now There's a song inside every scarecrow The minor chords keep us entwined Laughing tears and tired companions The memoirs unwind Have you sharpened the hatchet for winter Does your woodstove sing like mine Let Ricky handle the harmony He'll make it shine To save the blues and darker hues for Monday We'll find us a good time some way Oh and heaven knows your trouble's over now That your parkway bound Parkway Bound A pocket of clouds catch the Blue Ridge The summits are quilted in ice