| It sue is cold here in Chicago
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| The wind can cut you like a knife
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| Another day, another dollar
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| What a way to spend a life
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| She was young and I was restless
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| Left my home in Ole' Virginia
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| And my Blue Ridge Mountain girl
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| Chrous
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| And I can see her standing by the window
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| And there’s nothing sadder in the world
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| Than to see those green eyes, all red from crying
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| On my Blue Ridge Mountain girl
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| In my hands I hold a letter
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| That says she made a pretty bride
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| And as I lay here in the darkness
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| She lays by another’s side
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| I’ve got money in my pockets
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| Diamond rings that I wear
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| But I’d trade them all this minute
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| For the gold that’s in her hair
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| And I can see her standing by the window
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| And there’s nothing sadder in the world
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| Than to see those green eyes, all red from crying
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| Of my Blue Ridge Mountain girl
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| And I can see her standing by the window
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| And there’s nothing sadder in the world
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| Than those green eyes, all red from crying
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| On my Blue Ridge Mountain girl
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| On my Blue Ridge Mountain girl |