Casey McBride - Old Man Winter

Old man Winter may have sold his soul
But old man Winter got a pot of gold
On the green felt jungle in the desert sand
Lay down your silver for that cold old man

Talkin' bout' old man Winter
Winter is so, Winter can be so cold

And old man Winter may have sold that soul
But old man Winter got a great big home
Way out West where them pines grow tall
And where he rolled them dice he laid down the law

Talkin' bout' old man Winter
Winter is so, so cold
Talkin' bout' old, cold man Winter
Winter is so, Winter can be so cold

So if you see him coming better shake his hand
You look him in the eye, and better understand
In that great NorthWest that cold bites hard
And he controls them dice and he holds them cards

Talkin' bout' old man Winter
Winter is so, so cold
Talkin' bout' old, cold man Winter
Winter is so, Winter can be so cold

Written by:
Casey McBride

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