Cold Rain and Snow
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| Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow..., Run me out in the cold rain and snow Well she's coming down the stairs, combing back her yellow hair And her cheeks were as red as a rose As a rose..., And her cheeks were as red as a rose Well she went up to her room, where she sang a fateful tune Saying I can't get along with you With you..., Saying I can't get along with you Well I ain't got no use for your red apple juice And I ain't gonna be treated this way This way..., And I ain't gonna be treated this way I see you sitting in the shade counting every dime I made And I'm broke and so hungry too Hungry too..., And I'm broke and so hungry too Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life Well I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow Winds don't blow..., I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow Oh, run me out in the cold rain and snow Run me out in the cold rain and snow Run me out in the cold rain and snow This page has been viewed 2413 times |
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