Queen of the Blue Ridge (1979)

It was over twenty years ago
We met in that bar in Blowing Rock
We played quarters in a corner booth
And put a few in the jukebox

Later we drove around in my car
Drinking whiskey out of paper cups
By the time we got back to her dorm
The sun was about to come up

She wrote down her telephone number
I kissed her twice and promised to call
As I drove back to Winston-Salem
The temperature began to fall

Chorus:
I can still see the snow that fell
I can almost count every flake
Each one a memory we should have had
Each one a chance I didn’t take
But for a short time she was mine
Queen of the Blue Ridge 1979

I called her a few times after that
And learned to love the sound of her voice
But she was the Queen of the Blue Ridge
So she had to make a tough choice

Cause pretty girls have lots of suitors
And I was just a voice on the phone
We almost had something that mattered
But it gets cold when you’re alone

Chorus:
I can still see the snow that fell
I can almost count every flake
Each one a memory we should have had
Each one a chance I didn’t take
But for a short time she was mine
Queen of the Blue Ridge 1979

Bridge:
How those Mountaineer girls can love
She’s never far from my thoughts
In my mind we’re still playing quarters
In a bar called P.B. Scott’s

Chorus:
I can still see the snow that fell
I can almost count every flake
Each one a memory we should have had
Each one a chance I didn’t take
But for a short time she was mine
Queen of the Blue Ridge 1979

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