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Old Man Winter (David A. Thompson | Woody Overtones Music, ASCAP) Itās not that easy being happy when Mother Nature gets so much better press. Julie Elkins - lead vocal David Thompson - rhythm and lead guitar, bass Janet Beazley - harmony vocal Ron Craighead - drums John Lowell - harmony vocal Ivan Rosenberg - dobro Jason Thomas - mandolin High on a mountain, in his summer home Old Man Winter wakes up alone Sees his bottle of whiskey smashed on the floor But he can't remember why 'Til the sunshine burns through his window shade It's going to hurt to face another lonely day "This sure ain't November," he says to himself "I've got those July Blue Sky Blues He dreams of endless winter with everybody dressed like Eskimos When every part of life feels so much better at ten below But Old Man Winter won't smile again until the first snow hits the ground Last January, those were better times His old blue norther really blew their minds Now the clouds have lifted and flowers bloom Until he stomps them down each night But the nighttime's the worst, when the wind won't blow Sleepless and stuck to his heavy robes And fireworks and music drift up from the town But nobody seems to care Despite how he loves it, he feels bad That sometimes winter can come down sad So he tries to make every snowflake new And your Christmases be white 'Cause a frozen heart, it still feels pain And sorrow flows through icy veins Hot tears fall, one for every night Just ninety-nine to go He dreams of endless winter with everybody dressed like Eskimos When every part of life feels so much better at ten below But Old Man Winter won't smile again until the first snow hits the ground Until the first snow hits the ground Until the first snow< All rights reserved. Unauthorized use or duplication is a violation of applicable laws. |