| Snowing — through Dakota I once drove
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| With the wife of my best pal
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| Who cloaks her heart from cold with gold
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| It was well into the winter
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| Of December in the cold
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| Off to see Mount Rushmore staring through the snow
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| And to gamble with the boys of Deadwood
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| As we drove
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| Snowing — I am shaking out the snow
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| Oh, the cold that is within my heart
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| I’m gonna shake out all that snow
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| Riding years ago
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| Through those South Dakota roads
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| When the laughter could thaw Enderby
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| And shake me from the snow
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| Like a hurricane through Florida
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| I’ll shake out all this snow
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| Snowing — one Christmas morn' when I was four
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| My brother told me it was warm
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| So a swimsuit I adorned
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| Then he sent me to the weather
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| And behind me locked the doors
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| A four year old in a swim suit and brand new plastic skates
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| Out into the snow to catch this cold
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| I cannot shake
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| Snowing — yeah, it snows in Tennessee
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| The place where I now make my life
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| Is still snowing down on me
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| I’d prefer Antarctica
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| Perhaps the land of Enderby
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| Where the weather is my heart and I’m closer to the sea
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| Since I cannot ever seem to shake the snow
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| Out of me
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| And all across the states you see the tractors and the plows
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| Clearing out the roads
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| And the bridges north and south
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| Something they did learn
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| And I just don’t seem to know
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| How to clear a passage
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| And shake out all the snow |