Cold Was the Wind

Cold was the wind on my frozen face

But I didn't mind 'cause I was long gone

Cold was the wind upon my breath

Below that, well, you don't wanna know at all

Cold was the wind

Christmas in Siberia

With a little bitty case of the delirium tremens

For some reason, picture Roger Clemens

But Mike Schmidt's more of the city I came with

Cross my heart and hope to die

Stick a needle in my, butter around your bread

Cold was the wind on my naked brow

And below that, well, you don't wanna know at all

Cold wind blows

Cold wind blows on my naked brow

Sun sets down on the sacred cow

You better God damn miss me when I'm gone

'Cause God's gonna damn me up and down now

Wherever it is, they gonna give me the business

Wherever it is, I'm gonna miss my girls

On the plane, I'm drinkin' red wine

'Cause like everybody else I'm afraid to die

Did I mention that I'm afraid of dyin'

Think I heard my daughter cryin'

So I pick her on up, spin her around

Heaven on Earth, what I found

Cold wind blows on my naked brow

And below that, well, you don't wanna know at all

Cold wind blows

This cold wind

It blows

Cold wind blows

Here