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Snow is on the cottonwood
Winter's in the air
The roads are ice but the fire is nice
Won't you kick you up a chair
You been down one too many roads
To ever realize
You had a friend in Jesus, friend
Now the devil is in your eyes
You don't owe me nothing
But to be kind to yourself
If you find good fortune
Pass it on to someone else
Oh, pass it on
Railroad ties and borrowed knives
Alex and Paul to the core
Cut the ice and shine the light
That I've been looking for
And if they dance upon my grave
When I'm dead and gone
Well, I'll be damned hurdy gurdy man
Won't you play me one more song
You don't owe me nothing
But to be kind to yourself
If you find good fortune
Pass it on to someone else
Oh, pass it on
And if they dance upon my grave
When I'm dead and gone
Well, I'll be damned hurdy gurdy man
Won't you play me one more song
You don't owe me nothing
But to be kind to yourself
If you find good fortune
Pass it on to someone else
Pass it on, oh yeah
Now come on, come on, won't you come on
Pass it on, yeah
You got lucky one time now, friend
Won't you pass it on
Come on, pass it on
Pass it on
Written by: Brett Jones, Neil Thrasher
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