| Go away, go away, you cold north wind
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| Blowin' my muffler 'round and 'round
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| Your white powder blows coverin' up the icy ground
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| I’m a slippin' and a slidin' down this dead end stream
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| Like a sheep who is lost from the fold
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| I’ve been on the land and I’ve been on the sea
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| I ain’t never seen a night so cold
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| Suddenly a face at the window
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| Looks like someone I might a seen before
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| Thought it musta been my imagination
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| When suddenly she opened up the door
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| «And I never expected to see you again
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| Must a been seven years ago
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| Now that you’re here, why don’t you come in
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| Don’t stand outside in the snow»
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| She sat me down in that old rockin' chair
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| And she threw on another lump of coal
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| Said «what's a southern boy like you, doin' here
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| Where the winter gets so long and cold»
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| «My history’s a short one to tell
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| I’ve been travelin' all these seven years
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| I followed the music and the money around
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| And that’s what I’m doin' up here»
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| She said «I came up with my husband
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| He wanted to get away from Tennessee
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| He’s up somewhere in the Rocky Mountains |
| But it just got to cold up there for me
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| And I never expected to see you again
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| Then again, you just never know
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| You better stay here until the weather clears
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| It’s to cold to be out there in the snow» |