It's sure is cold here in Chicago
The wind can cut you like a knife
Another day another dollar
What a way to spend your life
She was young and I was restless
So I set out to see the world
Left my home in old Virginia
And my Blue Ridge Mountain Girl

In my hand I hold a letter
It said she made a pretty bride
As I lay here in the darkness
She lies by another's side
I've got money in my pocket
Diamond rings that I wear
But I'd trade it all this minute
For all the gold that's in her hair